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Kenneth had a knack with making kilts of all kinds, including khaki. Wore them knowing he was knock-kneed, supported by his kith and kin. As a kid, he named his off kilter kitty, who hid in a kettle, Kismet.

Descended from Kentish knights and Kurdish kings, he was keen to keep kindhearted. Kidney disease killed him. His remains mixed with kaolin were baked in a kiln, another friend prayed Kaddish for him.

knocking at karma
kissing a kazoo
a knife to cut away knots.