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Oh wont you be my neighbor, in the grave?

The sweater man, Mister Rogers, has died. No more trips on the choo-choo to the puppet palace. My fondest memories of his show were the break-dancing episodes and the trip to the Crayola factory, seeing all those crayons was like seeing Valhalla to a 6 year old. It's not a beautiful day in the neighborhood.


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