Men

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WHEN GOVERNMENT MINISTERS...

When Government ministers meet on Saturday afternoon
I can guarantee you that it won't be no...

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MEN AND WOMEN TODAY


For a lady the men of today don't open doors
For a man the ladies of today don't sweep...

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Patterns of the world

Like twisted goat horns on a one-eyed beast,
the truth is tangled to mislead from a holy feast....

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HIS WIFE KNOWS ALL THE...

Whose are the boots at the end of my bed ?
His wife replied to him they belong to Fred
He...

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The Wolves are Running Free

The Wolves are Running Free

We are at the crossroads
Where the watchtowers have fallen
W here the bastiens of ancients...

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The Men

The Men

Water poured out of the crevice,
like the ocean surrounding the nevus.
Men were gambling all...

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THE DUTCHMAN AND THE...

The Dutch Prime Minister can't see his mum before she dies
A British government official tells the...

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IT'S OKAY TO CRY

Men and boys are prone not to cry
Always amazes me as I wonder why
Fellas don't usually show...

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WAVING FROM ACROSS THE STREET

He looked out from his window sill
There he spotted his neighbour Bill
Bill waved to him...

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A GOOD MAN

when he stopped
abruptly
to pluck a snail
from the path

and placed it
...

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Strong man

Strong man

Strong man oh strong man squeeze me tight and hold my hand.
Strong man oh strong man how you listen...

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A MONEYMAN TREE

A MONEYMAN TREE

I know right now we have gone too far
Creating jobs with our bodies
Creating wealth with our...

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The Best Dressed Man

The Best Dressed Man

They'd come to get me, take me back to explain,
why I'd been so smart, what I'd wanted to gain,...

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My Man and Mystery

Understated
Yet always present
Your handsome face
Does not offend
Your...

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MOANING MAN AND THE PHONE GUY

All he is concerned with is what's on his phone
He doesn't see the man outside starting to moan...

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The Greatest weapon

The Greatest weapon

Were you fooled by the perennial smile
and bonhomie?
His living presence hiding deep despair...

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84 men a week

84 men a week

84? Really? How can we let this be?
They battled their thoughts and fears...

Silently,...