We hit it off right from the get go. For nearly two months you let me call you ‘Tony’ before you corrected my lousy hearing and informed me it was ‘Pony’.

We shared alot of laughs and unlike myself, I rarely heard you gripe.
I’m certain that God will provide you with your own cow for an endless supply of milk, and you will have no need for a scooter.

Rest in Peace my friend.

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