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May 2015
There are ******* near,
Who fain love yet disappear
When cool sun is a light.

Hello Poetry, mediocre
Is their way, do not play,
Let posers hang each other.

Weakly poets pretend to be
Relevant, yet, never amend
Spend days saying me, ME!

See the fiefdoms offered
Yet, held close to shames,
Let awful set each to flame,

In hollow, with an empty page,
So many useless words dredged,
Wounded egos pathetically end.
Note: these pariahs have MANY names on HP, like: Beryl Dov, Paula *****, Joshua Haines, Arlo, and all the other myriad posers .
HATERS on HP !!

Less than poetasters:
Beryl Dov spew, ( aka 'the Weekly Poet ) the presser of 'like me on HP' buttons,  and all the other myriad POSERS on HP, would they all simply READ something anything, but I AM ME !!!
Seán Mac Falls
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     Cecil Miller and Seán Mac Falls
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