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Sep 2014
He saw her only yesterday, this girl that he once knew.
She looked happy with her family as she passed before his view.
When he sought what most desire, relationships got in the way.
He still recalls her tear stained cheeks the day he threw her love away.
He's dressed in fine designer suits, his chauffeur is on call.
One day he'll make C.E.O. -will then he have it all?
Yes, the world thinks him a Titan, of most uncommon clay,
as he thirsts, like one in Hell, for the tears she shed that day.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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