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He Was A Gentle Soul

Few had time for Andrew Moss,
he was no star of the gym.
A boy once broke his nose and jaw
because he smiled at him.

He had no friends to lend a hand,
least none that I could see.
Just a gait that spoke of sadness,
and a look that said, 'why me?'

He always sat and dined alone,
no school-boy hero he.
His mother bled a silent tear
her God could never see.

I felt sorry for Andrew Moss,
he was a gentle soul.

Most admired big Scott Talbot,
muscled star of the gym.
Once broke a boy's nose and jaw
because he smiled at him.

Oh, plenty 'friends' our Scotty had,
put downs never passed him by.
A strutting peacock, all around,
apple of his father's eye.

I never liked Scott Talbot.
He was an arrogant bully.

I saw Scott Talbot yesterday,
he nonchalantly said:
'Do you remember that loser, Andrew Moss?
The little ******'s dead.

Hanged himself last Sunday.'

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