Uncle Don Poem by ART PAUL SCHLOSSER
Uncle Don
Uncle Don
He was brave
Sometimes selling fruit
On a cold day
In the month of April or May
Always smiling
Sometimes telling a funny joke
There's no denying
He was a little different
Kind of folk
But if you were a little short on change
He might look the other way
And sometimes magically fruit show up
When it wasn't your best day
The slightly bruised fruit
Uncle Don would give away
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