To laugh is simply the best,
from it there is never any need to rest,
my funny man brings a smile to my face,
and there it remains in place.
He brightens my day,
simply with the things he has to say,
he is one of a kind,
Such wit produced from within his mind.
I call him my funny man,
could call him my music man,
but most of all I call him my friend,
he reaches out his hand in times of need,
And I gain back my smile with the things I read.
He types with emotion which makes my smiles real,
allows me to express what I feel,
no catches no hidden plan,
Just my funny man.
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