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Sep 2018
THE  REAL  MAN
The wound is deep and none can see the blood.
They have soft hearts that can't deal with the wound.
They turn their faces not to hurt their eyes.
He gives the hand of cure though his heart cries.

He gives the help and leaves; the others come
to show that they have saved  from serious harm.
He looks with happy eyes at who is saved;
they show that through their work he is retrieved.

He lives great cheers as long as those around
are joyful and they speak with merry sound.
His voice is lowest and his tone is meek.
He says what cheers when he intends to speak.

He has great trust, but his face does not show.
Only the cruelest drive him to a row.
He gets engaged in fights though his heart's soft;
He never injures but defends his post.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Written by
Joseph Zenieh
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