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My Sick Uncle
My sick uncle, who was always there.
Years have passed, time has gone by so fast,
And now he's ill, his body worn and aghast.
I hope that soon, he will recover and thrive,
So I can see him again, and end this lonely drive.
In my dreams, he's strong and full of life,
No more pain or suffering, no strife.
We talk and laugh, like old times, no rift,
My sweet uncle, back to normal, a new shift.
But alas, reality brings me back to earth,
My uncle's still sick, his fate unworth.
I pray for his recovery, day and night,
My loving uncle, shining bright
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Years have passed, time has gone by so fast,
And now he's ill, his body worn and aghast.
I hope that soon, he will recover and thrive,
So I can see him again, and end this lonely drive.
In my dreams, he's strong and full of life,
No more pain or suffering, no strife.
We talk and laugh, like old times, no rift,
My sweet uncle, back to normal, a new shift.
But alas, reality brings me back to earth,
My uncle's still sick, his fate unworth.
I pray for his recovery, day and night,
My loving uncle, shining bright
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