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Deepti Choubey, We Hardly Knew Ye

A Poetic Tribute to Classmates We Never Met

Method One.

Done.

Blake A. Gleason: A Shakespearean Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a lumberjack?

Thou art as burly and more sensitive.

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You carry cheese on FOP in your backpack

And give young first-years half a will to live.

The 'jack does not use moss as well as you.

His plaid, felt shirt can warm him when he's low.

In snowboard club you wear a different hue,

And slide down slopes in fleece as white as snow.

You're not a lumberjack and that's okay.

You hope that you will be an engineer.

Because you work all night and sleep all day,

You'll rake in millions yearly, do not fear.

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