Jeffery Bullard Biography

The sun glints off
Of this pail suit I wear
As I bow down
To my maiden
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I am the suit
That does not fail
I am under valued
In a game of cards
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The snow flakes dance and twirl
As they fall out of the sky
And the lights come on
Like lighthouses
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This class has taught
What needed to be learned
That leaders are not defined
By what they wear on their collar
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This office holds
So many memories
That leaving it
Brings tears to my eyes
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