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Nov 2016
The Emperor walks naked,
with eyes all alone

To his subjects he panders,
his pride for a throne

His strut his true signature,
exposure supreme

Your opinion of no matter,
—as he colors you green

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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