Never again shall you know,
Such a man.
None like he will walk,
The earth.
In word and pen,
Was he only wise.
Few will laugh,
At his demise.
He ruled with swift,
Yet caring hand.
Whether needed or not,
He provided love to friends.
The last of a dying race,
Father, Lover, Friend.
Now he sits pen in hand,
Peacefuly in space.
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