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Safety
Very often a small man is found in a position that lands the big boss in chaos. Money and power Name and glitter hardly matter, If in charity we shelter. The kind man is a safe man. Enemies he has none, Never he feels forlorn. Yet it is tough to be so at all times of life one stoops to a low The worst becomes rife. In time of testing Calm remains the winner, Nothing changes his demeanor, The passionate keep losing.
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