Dear

Dear 

 

I tried that . 

My, past...... won't let me go. 

Not ....dead bodies, or ghosts. 

It's the living, from the shadows, that drags, me down.......

Soon, I'll have, new places ......to go. 

I was told once, a long time ago.

Thrice, It'd be the times, you'll ride..... and visit.

Though helping hands, will guide you, on the last......

I've been twice now, to most.......

And I'll have no say, on this .... last time.

For then, I'm done, 

 

John .

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