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He was a 5 foot 6 walked like.he had two wrecking ***** between his legs. Rollling at the shoulders sleeves rolleed up Had that common disease No-ass-atall but was packin heat Up front. Slept in a hammock even when home. Loose fit boxers housed the snake. Before the *** made him succumb. Uncle James.was a man to be dealt with. Slept in a canvas hammock even when at home. A sailor's sailor tough to the bone. Generous to a fault. He was never mean to us kids, his long gone Baby sister's kids. He would roar not talk. Always a strange look in his eyes when he looked at us kids. I later realized it was pain. And love rolled up in one. He loved all us kids ******** all. Battle scarred kisser. Never backed down Never stayed down they told me later Then **** he was gone. Strange. The family did not make a big fuss. Strange. What do you do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning. Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning. Pull out the plug and wet him all over Early in the morning.. Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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He was a 5 foot 6 walked like.he had two wrecking ***** between his legs. Rollling at the shoulders sleeves rolleed up Had that common disease No-ass-atall but was packin heat Up front. Slept in a hammock even when home. Loose fit boxers housed the snake. Before the *** made him succumb. Uncle James.was a man to be dealt with. Slept in a canvas hammock even when at home. A sailor's sailor tough to the bone. Generous to a fault. He was never mean to us kids, his long gone Baby sister's kids. He would roar not talk. Always a strange look in his eyes when he looked at us kids. I later realized it was pain. And love rolled up in one. He loved all us kids ******** all. Battle scarred kisser. Never backed down Never stayed down they told me later Then **** he was gone. Strange. The family did not make a big fuss. Strange. What do you do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning. Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning. Pull out the plug and wet him all over Early in the morning.. Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning.
Uncle Jimmy. R.I.P.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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