A poem began to form as I fell asleep,
I was too exhausted to write it down,
Instead it ebbed and flowed on by.
Even as unconsciousness took me,
I tried to grasp onto the stanzas,
While they withdrew inside the vault.
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“True & Constant”
I fully believed those words,
One main reason I chose Nu.
I will always believe in the “4 Ls,”
I believed in them long before Nu,
With an intensity I didn’t often see.
But you always did.
And I always noticed.
I will be honest:
I did not want a Big.
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