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The man with the world on his shoulders
The man with the world on his shoulders
Has calf muscles the size of boulders
His feet are buried into the ground
His silence makes a shattering sound
His face is blank as is his stare
A man whose taken his fair share
His broad build and muscular arms
Hold the weight of life's demands
Through rain and shine and all Gods seasons
He tries to come to terms with the reasons
Of what brought the worlds worries upon him
He thinks back on what was his worst sin
His clothes are ragged and his hair long
But he remains somewhat headstrong
He feasts on hope and maybes
And takes comfort in the sullen breeze
For although the world upon his shoulders is huge
He takes homage in solitude
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