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Feb 2018
To begin with, I don’t know
Why this hasn’t been done before;
Perhaps this topic is just so
Difficult to master that your
Previous teachers lacked the focus
To properly present the matter to us.

In any case, I can’t be blamed
If you fail to understand;
I, for one, will not be shamed
If you find my words too bland;
For a lack of glitter, truth be told,
Is not in my case a lack of gold.

Now if it seems I’ve left loose ends
You can’t figure my conclusion
I think that we can still be friends;
You’ll learn to love my smart illusion -
You only came for words, words, words,
And hard work, baby, is for the birds.
For every presenter who has ever felt owed his audience's attention and praise simply by virtue of the fact that he stood up and opened his mouth
Simon Monahan
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Simon Monahan
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