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My Neighbor
My Neighbor
By Anonymous
He was a happy & crazy old man.
The kind 0f old man who liked to play.
The man that played outside with us almost every afternoon. And after playing
would give us all kind of snacks. A man who chased my brother & I all the way to our house kitchen because we scared his cats.
But the same old man who we saw died in his drive way of a heart attack.