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Apr 26
i would write a testament to my uncle ron
who only allowed to play the guitar upon
the toilet then

rendered forth with frankie and johhny

a song i love to play
got his revenge by leaving the
door open

i remember going to school
with satchel over my shoulder
stumbling by the door

a tyrant his wife aunt mary

a classical pianist
though a lovely lady

i grabbed some breakfast
uncle ron came downstairs
in his silk dressing gown

and burning the cheroot!

and headed for the bar..

i love that song..
sunday morning..
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
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