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Now, before you demur (like a lemur), this is why certain elements of the poetry world who know what they're talking about call you a leader.  You shout what others are afraid to whisper.  While in the real world you might just want to curl up and eat icecream with your fingers, in this world (which might still be the real one, the research continues) you have an Amazonian presence with a mighty big sword and a massive fuck-you for the insignificant worm-with-penis who will, one day, be caught doing rude things to his mother.