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Portrait of an Enigma

I knew a gent ramrod straight meticulously dressed Shoes laced tight polished to a ‘t’ Vest, exquisite timepiece Punctual meant ten minutes early Sipped tea, no coffee Poker face, played whist dined fastidiously Folded the ‘financials’ just so No hint of a lady or passion when he vanished His timepiece was found, stopped

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David Crandall

Date: 5/27/2025 5:15:00 PM

interesting - it sounds like he was run by the clock!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/27/2025 6:29:00 PM

Probably a Phileas Fogg (from 'Around the World in 80 Days') clone.

John Lawless

Date: 5/27/2025 10:29:00 AM

perhaps it was wound a bit too tight

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/27/2025 6:30:00 PM

Precisely like the fellow wearing it. ~ Cy Coe Path

Joe Dimino

Date: 5/27/2025 1:36:00 AM

A head-scratcher? On time, everything in its place -- one can deduce that he was not a poet...some may say, he never took chance to spontaneously live. Probably got it wrong as usual. Oops! Almost out of time.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/27/2025 6:32:00 PM

What do you get when you cross a German Jew with a Russian Jew? ~ Offspring who are exactly half an hour late all the time