hey, no one's mentioned the death of every american child's favourite neighbour, mr. rogers!
he's changed into his sweater and slippers for the last time, fed the fish, and boarded the trolley for the ride to that great big land of make-believe in the sky....
he won't be back when the day is new, and he won't have more ideas for you. he won't have things you'll like to talk about, we miss you.
is the father of this upstanding young man
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