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May 2013
I’ve always believed
That we learn more from authors
We hate rather than love.

Far too often,
We take the proffered morsel
From a loved one’s hand
And never consider its value and substance.

From one we despise though,
We observe and inspect the bit,
Seeking any flaw or crevice. Learning all the way.
John Hill
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