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he's a man on a bus
he's a man in his mid fifties,
born in the sixties.
Robbed of his childhood.
Told he'd be no good.
No good at anything.
Useless at everything.
Good for nothing,
he would come to nothing.
Hammered down and broken,
love was always just a token
Constantly told,he didn’t belong
Spent the last 54 years,
consistently proving them wrong
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