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In the Providence of Seneca
In the Providence of Senecaby Michael DoyleIn the age of ancient tyrannyWhen Rome had lost its libertyEven a good man might compromiseFor the partial good seen in his eyesThough at times, it took its tollTo hide his better angels in … Continue reading
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