The
Man He Is
He
has walked so far
Holes
in his shoes
His
toes scrape the pavement
His
pants are ripped
No
knees
And
just strings holding his ass
Still,
no matter how he has suffered
How
many people think of him
Look
down on him
As
less than human
He
always says hello
And
gives everyone a smile
That
is just the kind of man he is
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