He's like an uncle,
Or that family friend
That somehow became one of yours.
He looks out for me
Even as he teaches me.
He's not just a teacher,
That much is clear.
I keep him laughing;
It's the least I can do.
And like a proper uncle,
He makes me laugh in return,
One who won't let me escape
Without words of wisdom
That I'll carry with me all year.
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