A teenager with all the answers, always an act put on,

You thought you could fool everyone with your alter ego.

Eddie, some did not understand you, saw you as a creep,

Your best friend, Walley could always see right through you.

Not very often could you be you, fear and insecurity a secret too,

You were a big mouth but a heart in you of a good, young man.

Such a character, against the system with a grin of disguise,

You will forever walk the streets of Mayfield, ghosts at your side.

Rest in peace, Ken Osmond.
Keith Garrett


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