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Damn the man,
he stood there all alone,
all of us were on one side,
and he was shouting hoarse besides,
we were all laughing at first,
making fun of him,
cajoling him to come this side,
but he thought and probably thought for his best,
he did not and did not budge,
he was gesticulating hard,
with his hand,
and before we could apprehend,
what had happened,
the wooden bridge we were all standing on,
had collapsed,
some of us were hurt,
and some of us died,
as we fell in the deep crevice,
there he came on the shore,
and spoke his lore,
how hard he had been tring to tell,
that the wooden support of the bridge,
was shaky and as good as fell,
I was hurt,
but thought,
it is good to be decisive,
and firm as hell,
even if all others are on one side,
once every good while.

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