He dwelt among the halls of school,
close reading all the time;
a man whose words were never cruel,
at least inside his mind.
A poker face that none could read,
as muffins bluffed all day.
A velvet coat that gave him lead:
for cigs he went away.
For his great thoughts we now all owe
our skills that we can see -
I saw my grade and shouted, O!
The difference to me.
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