my mentor rich
My greatest mentor was named Richard
He had a way with words like a bard
We played a lot of mtg a game of cards
We would play until we found stars
He helped me from getting my car
helping my mind expand to places far
knowing words could leave you in a char
without a father I though id never be up to par
He made me who I am by raising the bar
I will always be appreciative of Richard
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