title: Nursery Rhymes Revisited
author: Wes Randolph
description: Wes Randolph has reached an age in which memories of his childhood come to mind more readily than this morning s breakfast menu, but this may not be a handicap for him since his next book of verses will be entitled YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG. Randolph resides in Grover Beach, California, with his wife of twenty-five years, four Chihuahuas and two Bourke s parakeets.
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  Rage
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Stephen King
  
  
  
  
  
  (Richard Bachman)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  A high school Show-and-Tell session explodes into a nightmare of evil
  
  
  
  
  
  So you understand that when we increase the number of variables, the axioms
  themselves never change.
  
  
  \- Mrs. Jean Underwood
  
  
  
  
  
  Teacher, teacher, ring the bell, My lessons all to you I'll tell, And when my
  day at school is through, I'll know more than aught I knew.
  
  
  \- Children's rhyme, c. 1880
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter 1
  
  The morning I got it on was nice; a nice May morning. What made it nice was
  that I'd kept my breakfast down, and the squirrel I spotted in Algebra II.
  
  I sat in the row farthest from the door, which is next to the windows, and I
  spotted the squirrel on the lawn. The lawn of Placerville High School is a
  very good one. It does not fuck around. It comes right up to the building and
  says howdy. No one, at least in my four years at PHS, has tried to push it
  away from the building with a bunch of flowerbeds or baby pine trees or any of
  that