Uncle History is like an undertaker with OCD

Uncle History is like an undertaker with OCD
A corpse lies before him
He dreams of fixing it
Patching the skin
Then he spots a spider
And has to chase it
In this way he fixes nothing
The spider always escapes
He secretly wants to control the sky
It was he who whispered in Ben Franklin’s ear
More than once he’s killed inquiring people

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