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Saturday, June 13, 2020

If a man can't take

I figure if a man can't take care
of himself and what's important,
using his own two hands (one's
okay - don't show off) plus
a mind to grind and a heart
as big as most outdoor settings,
he's got no business calling himself
late for dinner or otherwise. That man's
a disgrace to the ace who walks by unconcerned,
figuring "he'll shape up. He has it in him" HE KNOWS
- but what if he won't and doesn't? What if he ISN'T?

What if he doesn't know?

Whose responsibility is this? His? Yes.

Not because he's "a man," though that's
part of it - a small part, to be sure. Look
at his car for pete's sake. Not because of that,
but because he has it in him to shape up. Or if he doesn't

That's a nurture nature problem. And guess whose.

My observations in this matter may smack
far too gently of compassion, but just you wait.
Wait 'til I get riled up

I'm working on it

Not hard.

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