My Maternal Uncle!
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He died a long agao
And his name is Whinny!
But I met him last night
At my graveyard shift
in the convenient shop.
He said his name is Johnny!
But I don't see any difference between them
Unless his silvery denture.
Uncle Whinny knows the pedigree of English Horses & Jockeys as well as silent movies,
Though he's never been to England
And Mr. Johnny is fond of money
Because he waited for his balance penny!
When I gave him an old coin
He said he prefers a shiny one!
He gulped a large quantity from his miniature bottle of cough syrup
But I sniffed that could be an illicit liquor?
O Whinny, Johnny and penny
Gave me an idea to write these nonchalant characters of the jaundice life!
for the dead souls in my family I meet them on & off?
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