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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mr. Jenkins lived in a small town Everyone knew him from miles around. He delivered the newspaper door to door. It was always on time everyday a quarter past four. His family was the town’s people He felt well loved like an old steeple. The same place everyday he ate lunch Never asked of anything for he didn’t need much. As he opened the old dinner door Everyone greeted him as they have done hundred times before. They all gathered around Hanging their heads without a sound. Their faces were long and sad. What is it? Mr. Jenkins asked are you mad? Did I pass someone by? Then you could hear some one sigh. No Mr. Jenkins we won’t need your paper services no more. He got up and stood by the door. Mr. Jenkins the paper will be in your mail, sorry but we don’t need you anymore. He nodded his head as he went out the door. The next day the paper was in the mail To the town’s people this was a big deal In the headline news Mr. Jenkins was on front page. It told the story of his life he was center stage. Everyone gathered at the dinner to eat lunch Everyone was quiet for there wasn’t a word or noise of such. They was all feeling pretty bad For what they read in the paper was pretty sad Mr. Jenkins wasn’t needed anymore This early morning Mr. Jenkins died at a quarter past four He was a man well loved as he stepped through heavens door.
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