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Mon Oncle

July 14, 2014Family Life, Free Form, PoetryBonWagner

My Dutch Uncle lunched with me
And many other Dutch lunchers
At The Dutch Oven
It smells funky but it’s our favorite
He paid the bill because he’s actually not proud of his heritage

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