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Apr 2019
the chapel- where we once ate
from class end
to class start again
from here to there- always late

far better times then

a comic where we would all feature
storyboarding as our own heroes
traveling our universe- yonder to hitherto
these are the times I truly treasure

you all seem to have forgotten though
don't worry- I'll hold down the fort

the last of the star squad stands
even as the island reduces to sands
of the memories past
-prayers of the last
Hugo de Santa Catarina
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Hugo de Santa Catarina  122/M/the Vatican
(122/M/the Vatican)   
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