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David

I heard my first rhyme of Nantucket From a sage who retired, just chucked it. He answered the call, Vacated West Hall, Content that LL&C...

Liz

There once was a man named S. MichaelWhose skills at rhetoric none would trifle.His students adored himThough years made them dimBut that’s how it goes...

Greg

Here’s our mentor and friend Michael Halloran .We would have no one to school us rather than.But now he is eightyWith doings more weighty.He should...

Dale

Was he sitting at the bar?Or maybe in the car?When he told that old, old storyOf bravery and glory,Of perilous feats from lands afar? The...

Carolyn

There was a professor from Troy Who said, “I’m no longer a boy.” So he played some Puccini And drank a martini— “I’m eighty, so...