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[aid] => mick
[title] => MRM
[time] => 2002-09-12 05:59:35
[hometext] => His name was Melvin R Molyneau. He taught Creative writing and public speaking at Lasalle Senior High. He saw, and developed a talent in me In doing so he helped me become a poet.
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Cleverly conceived conceits, Monestrous metaphors: You taught us, accepted us, prepared us. If we missed the path, Yours was not the fault; If we have bought, at too great a price that which seemed cheapest, Yours was not our pattern. When you taught us, we saw I clearly, Love and hate, concern and apathy. But ‘Sex, Sin and Immortality” Was our cry. The wages of these We considered not, and are lost. But, if, sir, you wonder, ever, What of worth you have done, know this: That one, who once before you sat, Sits still to write, and, writing, feels and feeling, is thankful. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 38 [informant] => aernby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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