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The Helpful Man

He was a unique kind of man Always thinking about others Helping any way he could Even if it left him with nothing No one ever hurt around him But when the time came When he was left with nothing Not one person was there to help No one even offered him a penny They just turned their backs But he was still a happy man He did all that he could for everybody And that was who he was The only decent man he knew And he was proud of that © Poem – IX/XII/MMXXIV LRET

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