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You terrorized my freshman metaphors

during that autumn of my sophomore year:

you murdered them like sad, street-walking whores

to whom the sinking sun brought rising fear.

You wrested from my arms my first, sweet love

(do not feign ignorance, you know well of

whom I speak now)---to subjugate and strip her

of that shy, winsome personality

(the source, in those days, of my poetry

and worship).  Boasting, later, how you "got her"

away from me, your grin was rather scuzzy,

and my response was *not* all warm and fuzzy.

You that had been my glorious alma mater

flung shadowed terror like Whitechapel's Ripper.

Starward

[jlc]