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E.B. White

A young man who liked to rock boats
In order to get people's goats
Gave just one more rock
Then suffered a shock
A bubble the spot now denotes.

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The Young Man Who Refused To Take Off His Shoes

A young man
wandering in the dark
with his heart bleeding
found himself
infront of the house
that was fully lighted.

A woman
who seemed to be
an upright person
opened the door
and pityingly lead the young man
to enter the house
but then stopped him
when she saw the young man entering
with his shoes on his feet.

The woman told the young man
to take off his shoes
but the young man refused
to do so.

'I'm sorry,
I cannot let you in
if you won't take off your shoes
it is my policy
that everyone must take off the shoes
when entering the house.'

But the young man
still refused
so the woman pushed
the young man away
from the door and told him,
'I cannot help you
if you won't follow my policy! '
and the woman shut the door.

The young man
who refused to take off his shoes
back in the dark
wandering
with his heart bleeding
...alone.

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To The Young Man Who Is Gathering All His Poems In Chapters....

you're too young
like a seed still covered and without yet
a face,
and yet you have started so well
deeper than
Vulcan
in fact hotter than the
fire suppressed
within
the magma of two earths

you're too fresh
to wilt and tell the world about it
i am worried
at this moment when you begin
to put all your poems
in chapters of a book
like you are telling them
all that
you are finally gathering them
all
in order to quit

young man, rest for a while
do not hurry
this world spins and in our smallness
like ants
we shall never notice
any change
until we see another sunset
another faded day
another darkness of the night
where we are told
to take rest and sleep...

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Young Man

Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
People say with age there comes experience
But as soon as you are born you start to die
Older men are chosen to speak wisely
But call the child to the sacrificial rite
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
The fire bombs in distant lands are burning
Jarring every synapse in your soul
Life and death are a meaningless profession
Tomorrow brings a horror yet untold
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
Young man!
Young man!
Come home my son
We'll give you a rest
Welcome my son
We'll give you the best
Time's stowaway
The young man
Short are the days
Of the young man
Young man!
Young man!

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Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man

Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,
Echo from the dreary house of woe;
Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers!
Bearing out a youth, they slowly go;
Yes! a youth--unripe yet for the bier,
Gathered in the spring-time of his days,
Thrilling yet with pulses strong and clear,
With the flame that in his bright eye plays--
Yes, a son--the idol of his mother,
(Oh, her mournful sigh shows that too well!)
Yes! my bosom-friend,--alas my brother!--
Up! each man the sad procession swell!

Do ye boast, ye pines, so gray and old,
Storms to brave, with thunderbolts to sport?
And, ye hills, that ye the heavens uphold?
And, ye heavens, that ye the suns support!
Boasts the graybeard, who on haughty deeds
As on billows, seeks perfection's height?
Boasts the hero, whom his prowess leads
Up to future glory's temple bright!
If the gnawing worms the floweret blast,
Who can madly think he'll ne'er decay?
Who above, below, can hope to last,
If the young man's life thus fleets away?

Joyously his days of youth so glad
Danced along, in rosy garb beclad,
And the world, the world was then so sweet!
And how kindly, how enchantingly
Smiled the future,--with what golden eye
Did life's paradise his moments greet!
While the tear his mother's eye escaped,
Under him the realm of shadows gaped
And the fates his thread began to sever,--
Earth and Heaven then vanished from his sight.
From the grave-thought shrank he in affright--
Sweet the world is to the dying ever!

Dumb and deaf 'tis in that narrow place,
Deep the slumbers of the buried one!
Brother! Ah, in ever-slackening race
All thy hopes their circuit cease to run!
Sunbeams oft thy native hill still lave,
But their glow thou never more canst feel;
O'er its flowers the zephyr's pinions wave,
O'er thine ear its murmur ne'er can steal;
Love will never tinge thine eye with gold,
Never wilt thou embrace thy blooming bride,
Not e'en though our tears in torrents rolled--
Death must now thine eye forever hide!

Yet 'tis well!--for precious is the rest,
In that narrow house the sleep is calm;
There, with rapture sorrow leaves the breast,--
Man's afflictions there no longer harm.
Slander now may wildly rave o'er thee,
And temptation vomit poison fell,
O'er the wrangle on the Pharisee,
Murderous bigots banish thee to hell!
Rogues beneath apostle-masks may leer,
And the bastard child of justice play,
As it were with dice, with mankind here,
And so on, until the judgment day!

O'er thee fortune still may juggle on,
For her minions blindly look around,--
Man now totter on his staggering throne,
And in dreary puddles now be found!
Blest art thou, within thy narrow cell!
To this stir of tragi-comedy,
To these fortune-waves that madly swell,
To this vain and childish lottery,
To this busy crowd effecting naught,
To this rest with labor teeming o'er,
Brother!--to this heaven with devils--fraught,
Now thine eyes have closed forevermore.

Fare thee well, oh, thou to memory dear,
By our blessings lulled to slumbers sweet!
Sleep on calmly in thy prison drear,--
Sleep on calmly till again we meet!
Till the loud Almighty trumpet sounds,
Echoing through these corpse-encumbered hills,
Till God's storm-wind, bursting through the bounds
Placed by death, with life those corpses fills--
Till, impregnate with Jehovah's blast,
Graves bring forth, and at His menace dread,
In the smoke of planets melting fast,
Once again the tombs give up their dead!

Not in worlds, as dreamed of by the wise,
Not in heavens, as sung in poet's song,
Not in e'en the people's paradise--
Yet we shall o'ertake thee, and ere long.
Is that true which cheered the pilgrim's gloom?
Is it true that thoughts can yonder be
True, that virtue guides us o'er the tomb?
That 'tis more than empty phantasy?
All these riddles are to thee unveiled!
Truth thy soul ecstatic now drinks up,
Truth in radiance thousandfold exhaled
From the mighty Father's blissful cup.

Dark and silent bearers draw, then, nigh!
To the slayer serve the feast the while!
Cease, ye mourners, cease your wailing cry!
Dust on dust upon the body pile!
Where's the man who God to tempt presumes?
Where the eye that through the gulf can see?
Holy, holy, holy art thou, God of tombs!
We, with awful trembling, worship Thee!
Dust may back to native dust be ground,
From its crumbling house the spirit fly,
And the storm its ashes strew around,--
But its love, its love shall never die!

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For The Man Who Fails

The world is a snob, and the man who wins
Is the chap for its money's worth:
And the lust for success causes half of the sins
That are cursing this brave old earth.
For it 's fine to go up, and the world's applause
Is sweet to the mortal ear;
But the man who fails in a noble cause
Is a hero that 's no less dear.

'T is true enough that the laurel crown
Twines but for the victor's brow;
For many a hero has lain him down
With naught but the cypress bough.
There are gallant men in the losing fight,
And as gallant deeds are done
As ever graced the captured height
Or the battle grandly won.

We sit at life's board with our nerves highstrung,
And we play for the stake of Fame,
And our odes are sung and our banners hung
For the man who wins the game.
But I have a song of another kind
Than breathes in these fame-wrought gales,--
An ode to the noble heart and mind
Of the gallant man who fails!

The man who is strong to fight his fight,
And whose will no front can daunt,
If the truth be truth and the right be right,
Is the man that the ages want.
Tho' he fail and die in grim defeat,
Yet he has not fled the strife,
And the house of Earth will seem more sweet
For the perfume of his life.

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A Man Who Honor's Jesus

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I want to be the man who honors Jesus
With every breath of life within my soul.
I want to plant seeds that ripen for the Harvest.
I want to take back what Satan stole.

I want everyone to see Christ in me,
In everything I say and do.
I want to be the man who honors Jesus.
Lord, I want to be the man who pleases You.

I want the words I speak to have new meaning.
Words that draw those searching right to You.
That everything I say will be spoken in Your own way,
That my life reflects You in all I do.

I want to be the man who honors Jesus.
A man with fire in my soul.
A man who praises God in word and action.
A man that token prayers will never know.

I want to be the man who honors Jesus.
I want to tell the world He's my Lord.
I want my simple prayers to have some meaning.
And set the world on fire with God's Word.

I want to know they see You when they look at me.
And when I speak, I pray they hear Your words.
I want it to be so clear, as though I weren't even here.
And Your Word and wisdom was everything they heard.

I want to be the man who honors Jesus.
I want to walk in holiness and faith.
I want to hear His still, small Voice before me,
Guiding every step along the way.

I want to be Your tool, Lord, so worn and beaten,
Scarred, dented and tested in the fire.
Oh, never let me be unused and set safely on the shelf.
Toss me in, set me loose, let me inspire!

I want to be the man who honors Jesus.
I want to be a beacon and a light
That shines out through the darkness, never dimming,
That those searching for You, Lord, never lose sight.

I want to bring praises in abundance,
And all the firstfruits to my King.
For He is the reason for my praises.
And He'll be praised in everything!

Take me Lord
All my heart, my mind, my soul.
Take this voice I use to praise You,
Fill me up and make me whole..

Glory, glory Jesus.
I lift your Holy Name so high!
I want to kneel and praise You, Jesus,
Lift You up, exalt and glorify!

I want to be the man who honors Jesus,
In every single aspect of my being.
A man who's unafraid to hear His Calling,
A man who's unafraid to praise and sing.

My heart longs with deep conviction
My spirit hungers for You still.
I want to be the man who honors Jesus,
Take me, Lord, and do with me as You will.

I want to be the man who honors Jesus,
A man of simple heart and humility,
A man who puts Christ first in every action.
That's the kind of man I want to be.

Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
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To many a man, and sometimes to a youth, there comes the opportunity to choose between honorable competence and tainted wealth. The young man who starts out to be poor and honorable, holds in his hand one of the strongest elements of success.

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Man Kissing Man

They insist their lifestyle
Is not wrong
When people all the while
Give reactions so strong?

Indeed is it true
Nobody gets offended
Why is it people do
Still call it abhorrent?

Actions that are not normal
Will produce repulsion
Man's breed is social
With rules and conditions

People react and express disgust
When things abnormal are displayed
As the times now demand we must
Say the message, have it conveyed

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I Thought I Was A Child

Its such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery
As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free
I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled
I thought I knew where I was going until I heard your laughter flowing
And came upon the wisdom in your eyes
Surprise--
Ive spent my whole life running round
Chasing songs from town to town
Thinking Id be free so long as I never let love slow me down
So lonely and so wild until you turned and smiled
By now I should have long been gone
But here I am still looking on
As if I didnt know which way to run
Its such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me
As if you know how it feels to never be who you wanted to be
I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled
I thought that I was free but Im just one more prisoner of time
Alone within the boundaries of my mind
I thought I was a child

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Stage Fright

Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did,
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame,
Since that day he aint been the same.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Ive got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death.
Said, you can make it in your disguise,
Just never show the fear thats in your eyes.
See the man with the stage fright,
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
He got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again.
Now if he says that hes afraid,
Take him at his word.
And for the price that the poor boy has paid,
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh.
Your brow is sweatin and your mouth gets dry,
Fancy people go driftin by.
The moment of truth is right at hand,
Just one more nightmare you can stand.
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin up there to give it all his might.
And he got caught in the spotlight,
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm,
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm,
Please dont make him stop, hmm hmm,
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm,
Let him start all over again.

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Happiness Wishes

Once too often,
Many will come to one's aid...
To cater to a need stated.
With a giving done unquestioned.

And it only takes just one more time,
To make that time the last one.
With a giving done.

And whether it does or does not,
Deliver an awakening...
To affect one unconscious.
A sacrificing to do for another stops.

And those who do come,
To provide another with assistance...
Have lives of their own to live to do as done.

Lives lived they too come to realize,
Must also become prioritized...
Without jeopardizing their own,
Happiness wishes to want and not dismiss.

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Fisticuffs

They found james ambrose dead in his cell,
A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to hell.
No one knew for sure if ambrose was his name.
They called him yankee sullivan in early days of fame.
Hed known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right .
But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
Hed spent some time in botany bay atoning for his sins.
He fought a bout with hammer lane and took a tainted win.
He was the hero of the bowery, a prince of lawless times.
Then was battered by the butcherman in 1849.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might.
But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night.
He knew the game of fisticuffs.
Lilly and mccoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds.
In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds.
They begged mccoy to cash it in, he said that he would not.
Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot.
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight.
But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night.

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The War Is A Crime

Awareness and the wellness can make the world better place,

So let's spread the world the most precious words,

They are the Peace and the Love,

That all the world is suffering without,

So let's hold each other hands,

People we all are one,

We all have equal rights,

And we all are the creation of God,

So let the God judge our faults,

Please stop fights,

Stop putting discriminations among, theBlack and the White,

Poor You are or rich?

What your religion is?

Makes no matter at all,

What is really matter
my friend,


How good human being you are?

With kindness and love,

We can climb the highest mountains with trust,

Let's Join our hands and tell the world that (The War Is A Crime) ,

Nothing can be solved with blood and the gun,

An eye for an eye never can bring back the gone
It will cause more harm,

Let's awake the world and spread the peace all around,

No matter who we are or where we are from,

People we all are one,

Let's shake hands and spread the word of love,


Don't forget that our words can make big changes,

A word can heal another destroy,

Sometime with one word we can save the world,

Please Stop The War!

May Innocent children never again cry...

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Good To Yourself

I stopped at an all night diner
Ooh it seemed like a romantic thing to do
Yeah but Im lonely it aint like the movies
In the old days
I saw you sittin in the corner counting change
Like you were counting your daydreams
Then youe eyes they suddenly hit me like a railroad train
Oh sometimes I think I might be immune to a guy like you
But I cant walk away no I cant walk away
Oh tonight I see youre at the end of the line well me too
But we all gotta pay
I know youd be good to me
I know youd try to be good to me
But in the end baby cant depend on no one else
When the chips are down I have found
You better be good to yourself good to yourself
I guess Ive known you before maybe in high school
Or maybe youre just one more guy I went looking for
The boy next door
Or maybe Im the girl with the see through eyes
But I watch too many movies
I get tangled in the story of someone elses life
Baby who am I and who are you
Oh sometimes I go to bed at night
And I think that Im with you
Then I say a little prayer cuz I threw it all away
The other day you called up to see if I miss you
And all I could say was
I know youd be good to me
I know youd try to be good to me
But in the end baby cant depend on no one else
When the chips are down I have found
You better be good to yourself good to yourself
Night has a clever desguise
She makes me believe that Im lonely
I should know by now if I can make it to tomorrow
I can work it out
Cuz in the end baby cant depend on no one else
When the chips are down I have found
You better be good to yourself good to yourself

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Mozart’s Grave

Where lies Mozart? Tradition shows
A likely spot: so much, no more:
No words of his own time disclose
When crossed He to the Further Shore,
Though later ages, roused to shame,
On tardy tomb have carved his name.

The sexton asked, ``What may this be?''
``A Kapellmeister.'' ``Pass it in:
This common grave to all is free,
And for one more is room within.
It fills the fosse. Now tread it down,
With pauper, lunatic, and clown.''

Yet had he wizarded with sound
Electors, Cardinals, and Kings,
While there welled forth from source profound
The flow of silvery-sounding springs,
Music of tenderness and mirth,
One with his very soul at birth.

And they? Where are they now? The bust,
The elaborately carven tomb,
Whose scrolls, begrimed by age and dust,
None care to stoop and scan for whom,
Are all remaining to express
Their monumental nothingness.

Mitre, and coronet, and Crown,
Gaze into space that heeds them not,
Unmeaning pomp of dead renown,
Medley of Monarchs long forgot,
Who from the nations' ghastly strife
Won immortality-for life.

Once, on Nile's bank an artist raised
A temple at the King's command,
And on it name august emblazed.
But when a flood submerged the land,
His name was washed away, and lo!
The artist's own stood out below.

Thus vanish ostentatious lives,
But, through all time, belov'd Mozart,
Your magic memory survives,
Part of the universal heart:
In joy a sympathetic strain,
In sorrow, soother of our pain.

The Potentates on whom men gaze,
When once their Rule hath reached its goal,
Die into darkness with their days;
But Monarchs of the mind and soul
With light unfailing and unspent
Illuminate Fame's firmament.

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The Prime Of Kenny Silvers - Part 1 2

(part 1)
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his childlike dream in an english town
Ambition like his street is paved in grey
Nothing made much sense anyway
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny working the local teenage underground
Searching his pent up emotions
Getting nowhere fast
His anger saved from days of hanging around
Explodes in some dark battleground
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny may think hes a king
But he wants a queen
Looking for real romance had it
With the backstreets
Tired of playing every game in the town
Waiting for the girl that hed once seen
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
(part 2)
Then one day he found her
While out cruisin the high street
Knew this love at first sight
As they ran for the first bus
He was thinking of diamonds
While she held his hand
And rain didnt seem to matter
As they reached their promised land
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
But his past would always find him
And hed have to move again
Well hed think may be just one more job
Would help to ease the pain
On the run in some cold room
As shelter from the dark
They swore some day together
Theyd rip this world apart
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
And though I never knew him
I know how he feels
And though I never knew him
I know how he feels
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers

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The Prime Of Kenny Silvers - Part 1 & 2

(part 1)
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his childlike dream in an english town
Ambition like his street is paved in grey
Nothing made much sense anyway
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny working the local teenage underground
Searching his pent up emotions
Getting nowhere fast
His anger saved from days of hanging around
Explodes in some dark battleground
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny may think he's a king
But he wants a queen
Looking for real romance had it
With the backstreets
Tired of playing every game in the town
Waiting for the girl that he'd once seen
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny silvers the boy who disappeared
(part 2)
Then one day he found her
While out cruisin' the high street
Knew this love at first sight
As they ran for the first bus
He was thinking of diamonds
While she held his hand
And rain didn't seem to matter
As they reached their promised land
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
But his past would always find him
And he'd have to move again
Well he'd think may be just one more job
Would help to ease the pain
On the run in some cold room
As shelter from the dark
They swore some day together
They'd rip this world apart
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
And though i never knew him
I know how he feels
And though i never knew him
I know how he feels
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers
Kenny silvers

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Mr. Mambo

Written by: john duarte, mark paul
Mr. mambo (repeat)
I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like sequins
And my heart beats like a machine gun
All my friends all need to party
Most of them are on the floor
Well i feel like i'm in heaven
As that boy walks through the door
Ooh i hope he notices
And when he looks me in the eye
Gotta have a beat now
That's why i'm countin' on you
Please mr. mambo
Strike up the combo
And let the music sway
Please mr. mambo
Just one more song now
So we can shake the night away
Here he comes so clean and ready
As he's rockin' to the beat
As he gets closer i'm breathin' heavy
Lookin' down at my own feet
An in a second he's right before me
Askin' me for a dance
I look up slowly, feelin' the glory
As he takes me by the hand
Ooh i wanna feel the rhythm
Ooh i've gotta feel the groove now
I know it's your decision
That's why i'm countin' on you
Please mr. mambo
Just on sambo
And let the music sway
Please mr. mambo
Just one more song so
We can swing the night away
Like it was mardi gras night at the mall and everyone who was anybody was there.
There was some kind of like limbo contest.
Oh no, it was mr. natural brazil, you know, no steroids.
Oh and then like this gorgeous guy come up and asked me to dance.
Well like i got so nervous i split my diet soft drink on him.
Well that kind of bummed the evening out for us.
And just as i was trying to dry him for off, the music started.
Like i had never heard this type of music before.
I had no experience with this strange beat.
It sounded like they stole it from like the "i love lucy" show.
And then like this guy came out.
He was like so for sure, for sure.
He had like wing tip shoes on and like this funny little red hat on.
Like oh wow, that was the night mr. mambo changed my life.
Mr. mambo (repeat and fade with following)
Please mr. mambo
Strike up the combo
And let this music sway
Please mr. mambo
Just one more song now
So we can dance the night away
Please mr. mambo
Strike up the combo
So we can shake the night away

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The Man Who Loves Women

The man who loves women by women a sought after man
He is loved by Rosy and Kathy and by Julie Ann
You ask them why do they love him and to you they say
About him he does have a nice caring way
Some women like macho men that is their choice
But Rosy and Kathy and Julie Ann like men to be nice
And not rough in their ways and caring and kind
The macho type of male is not hard to find
The man who loves women never puts women down
And he doesn't feel he is the hunk of the town
He is not possessive or in any way rough
And he doesn't think he is macho or think he is tough
A gentle and caring and loving young man
That's why he's loved by Rosy and Kathy and by Julie Ann

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A man who dead at age of 33

A man who dead at age of 33
But he done the whole life
in one shot by his way
By his own by the way
They told him make this
make that
make this choice
not for that; is not good
By the way, at bay any way
But he held in his hands
All his own and he done
by his own by his way
Askin him; why u go
all the way, all this way
They insisted don't do
that; but do this
in this way, go that way
But he did what he done
all the way by his own
all his deeds in his own
by his way

May he dead young at age
of 33
and they cried for his life
short and spilt
but he never, never he cry
for his own; for his life
but he cried for their life
cause they never
never they
live for their own
for their life

he never chagrin of his choices
or never charm,
he never chained
by their choices
He never ask for goodbye
or googluck!
cause he done what he done
by his own by his way/..

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