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To Our Future Sinead, I'm sorry that I wasn't there! I wanted to hear all about your move, Russell, I was hoping that I could share, The deets on my niece's library groove. We had a surprise party in Scotch Plains, The plan was to go from there to Philly, The storm was coming, there were cancelled trains, To stick to our plan seemed to us silly. So is it the end of the four of us? Are we a foursome that will never be? Should I delete these lines, not make a fuss? From our potentialities be free? I say no!  We might all have a future, My words are stitching, a hopeful suture.

A movement is a kind of arena, It's a non-violent venue for struggle, You tussle like Spiderman and Sheena, You have to be both wizard and muggle. The grumpy people, they criticize you, "Your permanent leadership is unfair!" Confuting them's hard.  What they say's part true, You're a hierarch with a burden to bear. I was grumpy with you, and I was wrong, I've benefited greatly from your works, From your conjoining a school with art's song, From your fusing thinking with friendship's perks. Peter, you are a true benefactor, You are the best kind of social actor.