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“Dis is da Wolfman,”

Whispers the tiny transistor radio

Into eager ears beneath the covers, 

Trusty official Boy Scout flashlight

Lights that exciting, enticing centerfold

Illuminates every sensual curve

I seduced by her sultry silence,

My boyish innocence pilfered.

“Buddy Holley’s Dead,”

Hoping my mother was asleep.

“Buddy Holley’s dead!”

“Buddy Holley’s dead!!”

The radio blares.

I quickly silenced the radio

Hoping against hope the stillness

Would keep Buddy Holley alive,

At least until dawn.

The radio whispers.

I turn up the volume.