He talked to me every week,
He always asked me how I'd been,
Or he'd ask me what spells to take,
Or the next battle, and how we'd win.
He was singularly kind, and honest,
A quiet, listening man,
Interested in the stuff I did,
With swords made of rattan.
When he joked, it made the whole group laugh,
At his rare but special wit,
He didn't want me to leave, he told me,
When it seemed that I might quit.
And I'll admit I didn't know him very close,
Or either for very long,
But if you said I don't care he's left us,
I'll tell you, you'd be wrong.
He talked to me every week,
He always asked me how I'd been,
Or he'd ask me what spells to take,
Or the next battle, and how we'd win.
He was singularly kind, and honest,
A quiet, listening man,
Interested in the stuff I did,
With swords made of rattan.
When he joked, it made the whole group laugh,
At his rare but special wit,
He didn't want me to leave, he told me,
When it seemed that I might quit.
And I'll admit I didn't know him very close,
Or either for very long,
But if you said I don't care he's left us,
I'll tell you, you'd be wrong.
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