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In memory of you, the great Jack Lane—

though I called you Brother Mark

through those few

important,

life-full years.

When you asked me

(the football player)

to arrange a vase of flowers,

of course, I did—

no, I tried and failed miserably,

but you thanked me for trying.

When you paused our English-class class

for a few days in order to teach etiquette

we—the supposedly smart cohort—smiled,

shook our heads;

and we learned.

You showed us to be never so full of ourselves

that we could not be full for others.

We love that man,

you, Jack Lane, Brother Mark.

As we have, so I will

cherish and nourish-from your memory

all these

important,

life-full years.

                                   

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