So strange. I feel really bad about Hale, though I can't say I ever thought he was a stellar teacher. I'm assuming by the obit that he died of cancer. I automatically assumed it was some cardiac thing from that girth he carried around. I wonder what they'll do with his leather vest and suspenders.
All poetry is about sex and death. --Hale Chatfield
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