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Last night I dreamed Roy Rogers died…

Originally posted on The First Gates:
Roy Rogers was my first boyhood hero. For a time, around the age of three or four, I refused to answer to “Morgan,” insisting that my parents call me Roy. Me as Roy, probably…

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