He was who he was, a beloved man,
Admired by all it now oddly seems.
For such sweet sentiments are being shared
And mournful tributes number in the reams.
Though I hold just a single grim regret:
That is that none of these kind words were said-
Not a word of praise; or affectionate phrase
Was ever uttered before he lay dead...
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