Purdue is possible
A boilers hat
From the woman who
Raised me’s old old man
And a
Flag outside of my
Safest elementary classroom.
I am somewhere else
But I feel that
I will find a piece of it
When I go back there.
I have never been to Purdue I think
Unless I happened to
Stop by on a college tour or two but
None come to mind.
Boiler building motions
Remind me of fresh sharp metal.
I feel better than before.
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