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Sycophancy
Sycophancy
He waved at us
Such a good fellow
Or so we thought
Now the eclipse is gone
And faces now brighter
We saw trails
He was the one
He that took our position
And drank our portion
Of the libation
Given to us all
Yet he calls himself a brother
If such is brotherhood
Shall I stay brother less?
poem
by
Magnus Amudi
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