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A Sacrifice She stood in the corner, this perfect bride to be But all was not perfect for she was not he It was a secret kept for reasons not sure But the secret did not mean that he was so pure He had lost his virginity to the man down the road Though he was not sober on entering the abode His eyes once held mischief but now were dimmed by self blame The hair atop his head was still as red as flame The freckles on his features were all still in place They were once mirrored but his special ones face He bowed to the father and kissed the mothers hand Wishing he were anywhere but in this broken land The hills are no longer green,

[A question raised in my English entrance exam.] Q. What is ‘courage’? [I chose to answer in the form of a debate/essay as the format was not specified but a large space was provided. This was my answer. (We were NOT allowed dictionaries in the exam.)] A. The most commonly recognised form of ‘courage’ would have a very simple answer. One could simply write “This is.” and leave the rest of this page blank but to answer in such a form would not give explanation for ‘courage’ and would present not an image of courage but more of arrogance and lack an understanding for the true meaning of the word.