My Fourth Poem About Shakey

Shakey isn't doing very well today; and for him, in my heart, I pray.
Because I know there is a day he won't be here; to share some laughs and some beer.
He can be friends with anyone; he can treat a stranger like a son.
Shakey is a man who I admire; he did so much wonderful work before he did retire.
I think of him as a fun grand-dad; for, he's one of the best friends I've ever had.

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