Harold P. Millikin was a well-respected citizen Who always, always wore a smile. "Hello, neighbor!" he’d say If he passed you on his way; And he might stop and chat for a while. And he always went to church (he often ate with the Reverend) And sat in the very first row. His house was kept clean, And in the summer, it seemed That the entire garden was a-glow. And when the Salvation Army came to his door, Harold never gave less than a $10. And then at night, He would beat up his wife For forgetting to vacuum the den.
Reason for writing:
Appearences can be deceiving.
Birth sign: Virgo
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