Man with a sense of humour
though appeared quiet and shy.
Read no news, loved no rumours,
just with his smile he lived by.
He would greet with a salute,
and wander at a canter.
Chirped till you told him to mute,
but ready for a banter.
His wand now no more in hand-
I will miss this blue-shorts man.
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