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Dr. Michael J. Bello
The notorious fellow
He’ll bitch about the way you dress
Don’t worry he just has P.M.S.
P.F. Neville
The English teaching rebel
The sanctity of Marist he protects
He fears nothing but the opposite sex
Iron Mike Leahy
Was once asked gaily
What was his lesson plan for next semester
He said, “Season Two of Dexter”
The notorious fellow
He’ll bitch about the way you dress
Don’t worry he just has P.M.S.
P.F. Neville
The English teaching rebel
The sanctity of Marist he protects
He fears nothing but the opposite sex
Iron Mike Leahy
Was once asked gaily
What was his lesson plan for next semester
He said, “Season Two of Dexter”
Literature
Hold the Line
riiiing.
riiiing.
riiiing.
riii-ck.
"Greetings, caller.
This is an automated service:
Please be patient while we process
your personal details,
and place your call on
hold,"
-- Hold on to a
final call for the faithless,
as fingers twitch a tuneless tattoo
upon graffiti casings; stacatto codecs
broadcast in desperation to
anyone, anywhere...
"Your continued custom
is our conscious concern.
One of our representatives
shall take the time to
speak-"
-- Speak in riddles,
subtle stranglehold puzzles
that tie in tangled, intricate knots
around this line against my throat.
I'm strung-out and up,
ready to hang
"-with you."
Literature
A Lesson in Stones
A Lesson in Stones
After the boy’s mother died, the man drove the boy to a place on the banks of the Wallkill River to skip stones. At this spot, the riverbank was low to the edge of the water and not steep. The boy turned nine three weeks before and the boy’s mother died two weeks before that. The man knew she was going to, and it is likely the boy also knew. They did not talk about it. Now it was just him and the boy. The man felt a deep welling up inside of him. He did not know what to call it, but it connected with the water. Fear, maybe.
It’s important to look for stones that are flat and circular, Eli told the boy. This
Literature
An Interesting Concept: II
So, I have found it.
Finally, after centuries of research and pondering, of questions after questions, humanity has finally discovered the true meaning of the most important word and emotion to ever exist.
I have written about this topic before, questioning and seeking the definition of this four-letter conundrum. I presented almost all the available options and demonstrated how such findings could be used to accurately prove the most mysterious hypothesis of all time. As you know, however, even with all the facts the galaxy could present, it was impossible to nail down one single explanation.
I speak of course, about love.
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These are poems called Clerihews (not even sure I'm spelling that right) that we had to write for Mr. Leahy. They're supposed to be satirical so unless you have a class with one of these guys you're not really gonna get it.
There's a formula to writing them so that's why they all sound the same.
There's a formula to writing them so that's why they all sound the same.
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