Oh PISTA, how I shan't miss thee
Thou art gone, and I am filled with glee
For 'twas a week and more that not many enjoyed
Filled with experiences of things created and destroyed
Many a young lass was lost and tired
From a towering mountain of work they acquired
Of to our committees on Thursday did we run
Not knowing how tomorrow's work would be so fun
The
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