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  • Mercyhurst

    Mercyhurst A sidewalk in mid-December Made icy and snow-covered By frigid blasts of winter wind   Leads him to walk down paths Familiar, And somehow different.   A sense of nostalgia. A sense of remembrance of days of youth And… Continue reading

    Mercyhurst
  • The Folly of Young Men

    The Folly of Young Men Here we are, here we stand In our freedom; this new land. Here we are, here we fall Alone in independence’s hall.    For when our families we rush to leave It is our inner… Continue reading

    The Folly of Young Men