Friday, October 7, 2016


The other Larry in my class
Was smart and broad and black
And kindhearted. His car
Was ancient and he
Would drive a friend
He could look fierce
For only a few seconds
And then he'd laugh.
On the spur of the moment
He would invent histories
For his friends. I owe to him
My college football career
So surprisingly cut short
By my arrest for treason.
A classmate became a prince
Because Larry said he was
And damned if there isn't still
Something royal about Tony.
Larry died so obscurely
That my law school --
Which keeps careful track
So it can dun us for donations --
Didn't find out for years.
There is no trace of him
On the internet, so I
Must tell you about him.

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