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Old Mr. Hackett
#1
Old Mr. Hackett wasn't very old,
but he walked with a limp, and every breath he took
sounded pathetic. He inspired pity or loathing
as he walked down the street with a grocery bag,
and stopped outside charity shops to browse their book stalls.
No-one knew where he came from. He wasn't married,
didn't have a partner, had never served in the army,
and lived on some mysterious income.
He rarely smiled or enjoyed company,
and as his mother taught him, Lonely Men Are Evil Men.

He looked like a man who was loved once,
very long ago, and through some mischevious circumstance
now thought of love as worthless, a defunct coin.
Like so many loveless men he was sad, angry,
and unreachably lost, treading the dark corridor.
"This is the secret of manhood" he thought,
as dust alighted on shoulders and the old grim thoughts
congealed in his stomach like milk.
"We are trapped by our masculinity,
screaming at the dusk in solitude.
The world hates all but the dumbest of us,
the soldier men, the wife keepers."
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#2
[Image: smileyvault-cute-big-smiley-animated-024.gif] Nice Jack
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#3
As always, good work man. Smile
Wildcard is awesome.
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#4
good read,Jack
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#5
enjoyed this lots Smile
RC IS THE SICKNESS THAT MAKES MY MIND GO ROUND-BUNNY
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#6
Thanks for your kind comments guysSmile
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