My good friend Paulie passed from this Earth.
Quickly.
I spoke to him only two weeks ago.
He was in a good mood.
Happy.
I shall miss him.
He worked as a sculptor.
His friends loved him.
His work tested the dimensions.
His father drove a Chrystler Imperial onto Lake Michigan in the dead of winter.
He lived above the nightclub Area.
I liked hanging upstairs with him more than the crowds of revelers.
A Floridian to the end.
He had good blow.
We'll always have the Upper Peninsula.
Where men are men and the women are twice the man I will ever be.
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