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May 2013
I'm not here
To make a friend
Not to **** your ****
Nor distort your zen
I'm not here
To show my stuff
Not flaunt my sack
Or call your bluffs
I'm not here
To teach you ****
Not to give a ****
Or give you tips
I'm just here
To save my work
Wipe my brow
In completed works
Spit it raw
Rework the quirks
This pallets precious
A poets smirk
The words they scowl
The verbiage lurks
The hordes they prowl
They have their perks
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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