Peeking out through fibre cyber clouds,
most poets will return, for home is here,
and even such as I who barely rate,
consider Starlite halls beloved, dear.
Sometimes the struggle seems continual
and some, discouraged by issues we face,
will turn away, mistaken though they be,
to sadly flee this cherished, loving place.
We who remain, thankful to those who lead,
appreciating all their efforts spent,
read, support, encourage, even vote;
but can't imagine where the others went.
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