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Jan 2013
There was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JMThere was once man.
He awoke one day and found that he could no longer stand, but he had a plan.
With a well placed hand he stood once more.
Looking, looking he never founds the source of his confusion.
But a bright light blinded him with a woman's illusion.
With his eyes on hers, he opened his mouth to speak.
Nothing came out, so he dropped to his knees.
Her had on his shoulder, she started to weep.
This man could not stand, could not stand his defeat. JM
Written by
Jose Meza
488
   --- and A K Krueger
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