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Uncle Spelunker

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Uncle was a spelunker drove to the caves in his clunker (it was quite the junker) without a sound he sunk underground pitch black as night and on his hat a bright white light (the switch it was waterproof) to see which stalagmites might reach the roof where stalactites clung on tight unafraid of bats flitting around never flunking Uncle loved going down but sorely and sad to say on one of those getaways a painful cluster of bad carbuncles curtailed Uncle's spelunking days

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