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| ''by [[Marissa Mathews]]'' | | ''by [[Marissa Mathews]]'' |
| <poem style="border: 2px solid #113e60; background-color: #cee5f6; padding: .5em;">
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| A group of young people, called “knights”by themselves,
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| Are to be the topicus nextus.
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| Jamie Leolani, Elyse Kusakabe,
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| Rachel Elliott, Cecelia Schmidt,
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| Abbie Wright, Christe Bout, and Lace Z.
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| This is a story that is truly worth telling.
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| It’s sung from the Halls of IA.
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| The Knights of the Order of Many Posts
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| Were the rulers of interest those days.
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| They made many stories and sought for adventure;
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| They sailed the Cyber Sea.
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| They wrote with such vibrance, such muster and skill,
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| They left footprints and led paths for newbies.
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| Lady Leolani they say was the leader.
| | The only real knight order is the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre. Scrap this bs off of the wiki. Be holy, deus vult. |
| She had countless stories to tell!
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| But sadly, one day, her classes had ceased,
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| And her being was no longer well.
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| Though try as she might, she could not control
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| That her schooling semester had ended.
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| Though think as she may, she could not plot
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| How to return to her school so beloved
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| Elyse Kusakabe, the second-in-charge,
| | WE WILL DEFEAT THE GRAND WIZARD OF THE KUL KIDZ KLUB. |
| Was surely a creative lass.
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| She invented words, came up with new faces,
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| And dominated writing class.
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| She brought so much joy to the halls of the school
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| That some people could hardly stand it;
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| But slowly, she ebbed, for her work did not wane–
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| She left, as moot brilliance demanded.
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| Sporadic events of her cleverness
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| Were treasured by all of her friends.
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| For such times were so little, so far spread between
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| That they always jumped at the chance.
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| Cecelia Schmidt was a wonderful girl,
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| Whose notebook and pen hardly stopped.
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| She led expeditions through caves and meadows;
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| Her stories could never be topped.
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| Her magical notebook caused many a trouble,
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| But it always gave a good tale.
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| To find it, however, was long and hard going.
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| Only the strong would prevail.
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| As soon and Cecelia wrote in her notebook,
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| She disremembered her ditties
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| Then she and her party would transport
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| To wherever! The letters won’t pity!
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| Cecelia was known, not only that name,
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| But by Queen Xecelia besides.
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| Her grammar was perfect, her spelling unfailing,
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| Her legacy reached to her knights!
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| As all great things must, her reign came to an end.
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| She left her heirlooms to friends:
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| Her title of Queen she bequeathed to Elyse,
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| And appointed Shalom Cross as Head of Police.
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| </poem>
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| This is the end of this one for now. I'm still working on it. All these so far were the result of an hour or so of writing. <.< | | This is the end of this one for now. I'm still working on it. All these so far were the result of an hour or so of writing. <.< |
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