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Oct 2016
When I was lost on the street of life,
My parents took my hand when I was confused.

Whenever I did something dumb due to being young,
My caregivers helped me turn a wrong into a right.

Every time I was living in misery,
They inspired me to rise up from the anguish.

My mother and father guided me through all the mazes,
Encouraging me to become the man I always wanted to be.

They will always be that inspiration that saved my soul,
And no deed is too powerful to express the thanks that I owe them.
Michael LoMonaco
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Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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       F a r a h, K G, rhema subedi, --- and Michael LoMonaco
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