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From the roar and the glare of the streets,
To the forest this were-man retreats
Where at last, mouth a-foam,
Not harassed, he's at home
Growing more and more hair on his feets.
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Alas, no HOUSE for the Wolf Man. Image: Lon Chaney Jr. stalks the moors in The Wolf Man (1941). Let us pause to thank David Cairns for the title.
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