An Ode to Marist

For the red and white,

I took a flight,

A long, long way from home.

For the Hudson River,

my legs still quiver,

it’s my favorite place to roam.

Lowell Thomas, Dyson, and Steel Plant,

will not be forgotten, they can’t,

I miss all my time there so much.

And no we’re online

and I have too much time,

but I’ll be back soon in a rush.

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