His face always seemed about to fall apart
Eyes set deep in their sockets
A nose that sprung forward prominently
That combination of features made him look sorrowful
Though it's hard to recall if he ever was anything but happy
Twenty years on I can still recall how he laughed
Every time he had something to say
Not with derision, no, it was genuine mirth
He always seemed to believe the world was a funny place
Enjoying every moment for what it was worth
He told jokes that had no punchlines
That made you laugh so hard you cried
And though I haven't seen him in too many years
I still imagine he's having a grand ol' time
Living his life to the fullest in the last frontier
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