What is a man?
Is he the pants... that he wears? Or...is he the thing... Between his legs? Cold it be the muscles... In his broad hairy chest? Maybe it is the strength... that the guy has Is it guy who's very protective Of his dear lovely family? He who ensures it's safety and security? He who defends it by doing whatever's necessary? Perhaps it’s the gent who after dinner Helps his wife to wash the dishes Can it be the man who after work late Coming home tired, help his kids with their schoolwork? out of time lab closing...will finish it tomorrow... Time: 19:39 Date: 25 November 2005
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As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...
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