A diplomat lurks
somewhere in the recess of my heart
and when the situation warrants
it rises to the occasion
and avoids a friction
between two persons.
But when I am
confronted with a situation
when somebody gets on my nerves
the ether of diplomacy
disappears
I lose my temper
catch the enemy by the
collar
punch his nose and reduce it
to pulp
it could be
the other way also
but diplomacy is
the scape-goat.
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