“The Little Guy“
I voted for the little guy who is always unseen.
I voted for this little guy because he wasn’t mean.
This little guy was such a great big helper’s aide
That he made my name a business by his honest trade.
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When this little guy hides, his genuine talent for, no one to see.
It’s a shame sometimes, because it may be great for thee.
For every great little guy there is always, great little gal;
Who pats, him on the back and overwhelms him like a pal.
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But I will still vote for that little guy, who’s so unknown;
All because I’m a little woman who has never been full grown.
For he is my husband, hiding inside a loving shell;
Having a hard time with people who give him everyday hell.
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I’ll vote for this little guy of mine every day
I love him to death, no matter what I can say.
So say nice things, and friendship will follow
Then maybe he’ll come out of his wallow.
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All he wants is a tender word or two
That’s all he’ll need to pull him through
My words are soft for my little guy
Please give me a hug before I cry.
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For now, I vote one very last time;
As I hear those community church bells chime.
The Lord is calling, “Come to me, little guy;
It’s your time for wings; it’s your time to fly.”
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So I voted no more; the battles finally won.
The Lord took my little guy, not with a gun.
To a place of peace, where his gifts can shine.
He was my one and only, my one of a kind.

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