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Oct 09, 2007
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My Uncle Wayne
To whom I own my middle name
He raised his nephews
as a mentor most needed
Camping trips to his property
each one a trip to remember
He didn’t just teach us,he reached us
Kept use in touch
when we didn’t have much
I found out his secret
now that I’m older
my mom raised her family
Wayne was the older brother
In a way he is repaying her
He taught us respect for a gun
how to get a jeep out of mud
a truck unwedged from a tree
and how to pick a good porno magazine
the little things that seem so big
That is what my uncle did
— IKnowNoBox, Oct 09, 2007
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follettvogue
18 years 8 months ago
my uncle wayne.
Quillsvein1
18 years 8 months ago
i
weirdelf
18 years 8 months ago
Oh man,
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
Jess you brought them the gift of "gray matter"
Calliope
18 years 8 months ago
Very personal