Posted on February 1, 2012 by Tia Lalani

The Newsletter of Augustana McGee There are strange things done in the Camrose sun By the students who moil for grades. The Stoney Creek trails have their secret tales That would shock you out of your rollerblades. The northern lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see, Was the morn I quaked …

The Newsletter of Augustana McGee

There are strange things done in the Camrose sun
By the students who moil for grades.
The Stoney Creek trails have their secret tales
That would shock you out of your rollerblades.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was the morn I quaked next to Mirror Lake
and sent the Newsletter of Augustana McGee.

On that February first, I expected the worst,
Far from the Dawson trail.
Outside it was warm! though a winter storm
Was expected soon without fail.
The students would scurry ‘twixt their classes in hurry
as the faculty ambled with glee.
It was really quite nice, so I punched my uploading device
And sent the Newsletter of Augustana McGee.


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