The
Book
In
My
Hands
Contains
Drawings
As
Fine
In
Line
As
Spider
Strands.
The
Binding
Has
Come
Apart,
But
Each
Page
Is
Etched
In
My
Heart.
For
Delicate
Thoughts
And
Subtle
Wit,
Nothing
Can
Exceed
It.
I would
Be
Joyous
If
The
Work
Was
Mine,
But
It
All
Belongs
To
Richard
Stine.
Homage,
Gentle
Man,
From
A
Devoted
Fan.