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None of my enemies is online
Or so it seems – maiden names bid bon voyage;
whole histories rewritten for Facebook.
They’re respectable now, responsible:
for perfect kids, dream careers, ugly bulldogs.
Here they are, the ones who edited their pasts;
made them up for Instagram, unblemished.
Here are the bullies, bullied by ageing
into sharing only what might get them liked.
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