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Feb 2017
One bad seed is all it takes
To rot the apple to its core
One bad egg, the dozen breaks
Before it even leaves the store
The hungry clean the mess this makes
And still they never ask for moreΒ Β 
Than one last supper's talking snakes
Which empty cups of all the *poor
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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