To Paul

-06.14.2022-

Auspicious aura, yet atones no more.

Utopia unrest, underplay the sore.

Long live our lode and those loitering laud.

Roed was never rude; all betake this thought.

-This poem is dedicated to a former teacher of mine who left my HS after the only year he taught.

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