somewhere in the basement
of a snow covered house
lies a book, inside this book
is my uncle, within my uncle
are his teachings, lectures
about business, about science
somewhere, in a different
snow covered house
he lies there, for three days,
wondering if anyone cares for him,
and he always remembered the time
I cried for him when he left as a baby
and hear I am again,
silently crying over his loss
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