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+ 1ST POEMS: The Conversation I Wish I Had Experienced In The HandyRandy Mode
On Monday, February 3rd, Karloff's death was announced; I wept openly, and mourned.
You thought I was "too weird." Our classmates against me, so that they scorned
my very presence among them. And you---you personally, Prick---created the very
sticky appellation that rode me for more than five years; yes, "Fairy Jerry."
Sometimes, through that five years, I wondered how to adequately live
in the shadow of that. Now, half a centuy later, how do I forgive
you for the bullying storms that chased me, while you---Partier Prick---made merry.
Starward-Led
