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Great Uncle Poem


GREAT UNCLE WEBB
-David MichaelJackson

    My great uncle Webb
    never
    wrote a poem, I
    could hide my finger
    in his wrinkles, and
    he had giant floppy ears
    and
    loved the Yankees. He said
    they couldn't lose with
    Maris and Mantle.

    My great uncle Webb lived
    with his sister, and
    worked in a laundry, he
    pressed clothes.
    I remember the machine
    and the steam

    My great uncle Webb drove
    the same car
    for
    twenty years, and
    when he died, we
    all wanted it, and
    it was in
    perfect
    condition

    My great uncle Webb
    never married, he
    drove slowly
    in
    the middle of the road, and
    settled at night
    into his special chair.

    My great uncle Webb
    never
    wrote a poem.
    He had that in
    common
    with God.
    I bet they're watchin' the Yankees
    right
    now.



abdmj

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