Jeffery Bullard

This office holds
So many memories
That leaving it
Brings tears to my eyes
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The sun glints off
Of this pail suit I wear
As I bow down
To my maiden
...

I am the suit
That does not fail
I am under valued
In a game of cards
...

The snow flakes dance and twirl
As they fall out of the sky
And the lights come on
Like lighthouses
...

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 small little object
That is so sweet
Yet so messy that
You cannot even
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I look into the palm of my hand
And wonder if I really could have saved you
If I even had a chance
To run my blade
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