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November 3, 2012
He insisted on balancing
the books to the penny.
Attention to detail and
disciple he instilled.
He’d stay on their case,
no matter how long,
until inside their head
his point, he had drilled.
A fiercer task master
there never was.
On occasions he made
grown men cry!
These days he would have
been seen as a bully,
but his staff all went on
to reach the sky!
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