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My Uncle

He lived a short life,

For death was to come,
To a man in Kauai

Not quite so dumb.

He was a great man

My uncle was he.
He had cancer though,

Which made him flee.

He came to my house,

All sickened by it,
Depressed my poor father,

He couldn't just sit.

Nothing to do,

But just wait and see.
What would happen?

To such a great man as he.

It came soon enough,

The cancer had spread,
Throughout his whole body,

Soon he was dead.



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