The Kindest Man, New In Town
He was the kindest man, with newfangled, unusual ways of doing things.
He had a good heart, but was avoided by the townies.
Died at thirty-eight, probably from a sense of shame
As his business died first because no one would venture in.
Sad for the few of us who got to know him, his employees.
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