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Driving home recently, he returned.
Tom
He always wore a sparkly hat,
a star atop the xmas tree.
So many Fridays, often warm days,
meeting at the open marketplace,
I would lay my head on his shoulder.
Silence would gather around us.
Such a heart maker, pain in the ass,
I tell you, we loved him so.