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I've known him since he was a tot, |
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He is a king, I kid you not., |
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A true saint of the world is he, |
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He'll stay with you while others flee. |
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If he sees that you are down, |
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It's just his style to play the clown. |
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He likes to say, without much fuss, |
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"I'm just a Bozo on the bus." |
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But those of us who know him well, |
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Have lived and loved under his spell. |
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A quiet man, so full of grace, |
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He makes my world a peaceful place. |
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Patience, wisdom, love and wit, |
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With honesty so closely knit; |
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I have so often wondered why |
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God has blessed me with this guy. |
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He's the anchor of my ship, and more. |
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He's pulled me many times to shore. |
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A sage and poet, so humble and kind; |
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A giver and doer - he doesn't mind. |
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You got a problem ? Not to worry ... |
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He will be there in a hurry. |
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The universe he'd love to roam; |
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He's never really that far from home. |
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A quiet one with words of magic, |
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He'll lift your soul when things seem tragic. |
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You will not leave this man unchanged, |
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Your spirit's refreshed, thoughts re-arranged. |
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You could not ask for greater trust ... |
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He'll keep your secrets 'til he turns to dust. |
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And when it's time for him to go, |
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The world will miss him - this I know. |
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And when everything is said and done, |
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And God is judging everyone, |
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There is one face I'm sure He'll scan; |
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He'll look, and then say, "There's my
man." |
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Buddha would admire him; |
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Yeah ... That's my little brother, Jim. |
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dml 5/8/86 |
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... with apologies to all poets |
