Jeff, the Man of Few Words

As you slammed the door of your truck,
I always knew it was you,
Your five-foot self coming to the door
You have a mug in one hand
A tool bag in the other
You're as strong as a bodybuilder
But as short as a mop.
You weren't the richest
But not the poorest.
Your face as hard as a rock,
Your heart as big as the sun.

Goodbye, Jeff.

R.I.P. (1959-2009)

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