his laidback way
hid ambition
hard not to admire
to become a chef
(which he did)
or king of a shampoo empire
twenty years gone
and still
i need no mnemonic to remember
the light in his mischievous eyes
his sayings both silly and wise
the crooked grin from ear to ear
the sly, dry jokes he held so dear
his easy way with one and all
drunk on life and alcohol
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