Buddy knew ghosts were real.
As real as ice cream and day old bread.
Nothing but thoughts which could be said
Today or tomorrow.
Or, not at all.
Maybe they’d wait til later in fall
For more information, data that’s right.
Something more fitting to this good night
Let a little time pass.
Step around that hole.
Let the silent, gentle wind
Push you to your goal
Of never talking back
To that which cannot speak.
Taste success at It’s ALL Clear
Secrets you can keep
For falling in the trap.
Distracted by your yap.
While burning through the gap
T’ween you and mostly misery.
Pally, look here and see.
These are the keys to your life.
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