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Feb 2016
It didn't matter who,
Or When,
Or Where,
Or What,
He used to get his way.

A manipulative little boy,
Born and bred to be,
No less than destructive.

A brother by blood,
But by God not by love,
And perhaps that's why.
Mikayla
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Mikayla  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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   Michael Murphy
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