Roger’s Poem

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I’ve Googled fourteen but without success. Collectively nounless is how we must remain, A slow school number, in our namelessness; united, though, in triumph after pain. We weren’t quite the Charge of the Light Brigade talking to glory as the canon roared. But every one of you, my colleagues, played your part in seeing thought and speech restored. So many tales of courage, stories, songs. All ages, genders, walks of life came through. High standards too—the very least was bronze, All striving for the honest and the true. I’m privileged to have seen you grow through this and with you, achieve my own catharsis. Roger G McDonald March 4 2015
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