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He doesn't know what the big deal is. He is tender with the elderly Caring to young children Smiles at anyone who passes Him on the street- He writes about love To purge his romantic heart Opening his soul to those who Will read- He leaves a tip for the maid Although he picked up before leaving And mentioned in passing about How hard they work- He believes that kindness done to others Will be its own reward- He works when he's ill because "They need him there"- He says I'm "the wind beneath his wings" But what he doesn't know- He is my hero. To Thomas
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