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He was no parts stronger, 
no parts wiser, 
one part taller
but only from age. 
He was aromatic, 
blending his sweetness
with the cylindrical truth. 
He was only half parts complete, 
paired with half parts 
cinnamon and loving tenderness. 
Falling upon empty glass
means his time has come and passed, 
washing in the belly full, 
a blending of body and spirit.

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