I always think of a night with a full moon peeking from behind the moving clouds as a “werewolf night” ever since I first saw Lon Chaney, Jr. in “The Werewolf.” That old gypsy woman, Maria Ouspenskaya, warned him, even if he was dubious. We know better.
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
and the moon is full and bright.
WOOOOOO00oooooo
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