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The Crimson's Holiday Ode

Our Annual, Poetic Reflections on the Year Gone By

And went on medical leave.

Rudenstine, it was said, needed rest;

He'd worked himself down to the core.

We hope he gets well--he's the best,

We find old Al such a bore.

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Before he left, Rudenstine surmised

That the ROT-C saga must stop.

He suggested a compromise

That the College should adopt.

Last month, the B-S-A caused a flap

By inviting a bigot to speak.

Worse, their leader endorsed his crap

With words of praise for the geek.

And this month the whole campus grew ill

In what experts said was a fluke.

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