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Feb 2017
You tell me I'm a great teacher
but what about the others?
What about the layer behind the gold?
A rotten apple?
A ***** in a church house?
I sit on my throne of dirt
waiting for the maid to come.

They always come. Ready to take even that away.
Michael Brogan
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Michael Brogan  Somewhere, MI
(Somewhere, MI)   
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