He was a modest, unassuming man: the kind you think who can't, but often can. Eloquent, although softly spoken; a man whose word was never broken. Thoughtful, with an eye for detail; he could have made it big in retail. He was born with a smile on his face; and so he died. Sure 'twas no disgrace.
Reason for writing:
A man I once knew.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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