Hi. From The Hole In The Wall Gang.
In the depths where shadows blend, I ventured with my trusted friends, With Uncle Brian, wise and bold, And by our side, dear Mr. Goldie.
The earth was cool, the air was thin, As we began our quest within. Our lanterns cast a feeble light, In the embrace of endless night.
Uncle Brian's laugh, a hearty sound, Echoed in the tunnels 'round. With steady hands and spirits high, We chipped at stone, the hours fly.
Mr. Goldie, with a twinkle in his eye, Recalled old tales of years gone by. Of treasures lost and fortunes won, Of battles fought and deeds well done.
We dug through veins of rock and clay, Hoping for a golden ray. Each swing, a symphony of might, In our shared pursuit of light.
The mine's embrace, both rough and kind, Held secrets that we sought to find. With every strike, with every breath, We faced the unknown, mocking death.
In moments when our strength would wane, Uncle Brian would joke again, Mr. Goldie would share his lore, Fueling us to dig some more.
Hours passed like fleeting dreams, Through sweat and toil, our unity gleamed. In that mine so deep and old, We sought more than mere gold.
We found in each a strength profound, In laughter's echo, a joy unbound. In tales of old and present cheer, A bond that only grew more dear.
So in that mine, with rock and dirt, We unearthed more than gold or hurt. With Uncle Brian and Mr. Goldie there, We found a treasure beyond compare.
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