Leacock Poems - Poems about Leacock

...gift from father beyond cemetery, bound red book named Euclid's geometry, father was head teacher of known repute, but the son's reading skills were less astute. wrapped in fine velvet it was i......

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...It all began in that building they call Leacock, in that place known as McGill. It was there where you captured my heart, there where feelings for each other did impart. I remember how I thought......

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