In my years under his care did Leonard Fliedner,
My high school principal, exchange twenty words with me?
I doubt it. Still, death has left him a degree of authority
So when I've advance notice that he's been cast
In one of my dreams I check to see that my cuffs
Aren't ragged and warn my unruly prepositions
To behave and not flaunt and fleer themselves
At the end of every other sentence.
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