The Angel With the Funny Name
He wasn't gone,
nor physically here,
but everywhere at once.
He sometimes spoke right to me,
but he had a tendency to run.
To this day I remember him,
although things aren't the same,
I'll always remember the kind face
of the angel with the funny name.
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