Mulch Diggums
I knew Julius as an enemy
He caught me many times
But now that I've gone straight
He's no longer here to know.
P.S: Sorry it's so short. I'm not very poetic, and it's hard to write a poem about Julius anyways.
Judith frowned. Mulch Diggums. Another name she didn't know. But this poem did help a little. Julius. Julius Root? Never heard of him. But at least she knew who these poems were about now. Julius Root. Who could he be? Perhaps a relative of hers? Maybe her grand father. But then why wouldn't she have known about him? She tugged at her LEP uniform. It was so uncomfortable. She dusted off the sleeves, skipped a few papers, and began reading.