uncle ian a.k.a jack

My Uncle Ian a.k.a Jack


My uncle Ian a.k.a Jack

when we were together, we had a good crack

always smiling, with his cheeky grin

too bad i will never see him again

he was kind to everyone he met

too bad he didn't let the doctors know how bad he'd get

but let's not forget, that funny little guy

he loved his family, and that's no lie

now he's at rest with the angels above

a story about my uncle

whom which i love

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