Nicholas, A Saint

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This is who you were.

You had crazy, unruly red hair,

An uncontrollable and contagious laugh,

And the brightest blue eyes.


Your crazy red hair

Always coated with the dingy smell of stale cigarette smoke,

Your bright blue eyes filled with joy.

The too-big camouflage t-shirts you wore


Had the dingy smell of stale cigarette smoke,

But you constantly had goofy grin,

Even though I hated your too-big camouflage t-shirts.

You were invariably optimistic,


With your goofy grin and

An uncontrollable, contagious laugh.

Invariably optimistic,

This is who you were.

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