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It’s a problem for the dead The feeling that it’s all still there It’s a trait that they And some of the living Can Unknowingly Sometimes share To make the matter worse They’re pushed towards the brightest of bright lights By well-wishers armed with bells, books and candles I often feel It’s more than many of the un-quiet departed Should be expected Reasonably To handle Perhaps it would be better to take them quietly to one side Just explain Don’t you remember? It all ended It’s over The heart gave up You died With that said Things can be as they were intended No more hanging around with shadows Rattling knobs on cellar doors Being the prickle on the skin of loved ones Enough of being the cold spot In the empty hall Give it up Let it go Slip away Then we can all get some sleep Instead of lying rigid in the dark Eyes wide Waiting for the obligatory midnight moan But more importantly There’ll be no more unwanted Nocturnal rearranging of the furniture Because More than anything else belonging to the living Their tables and chairs Should always be left well alone
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Ghosts
It’s a problem for the dead The feeling that it’s all still there It’s a trait that they And some of the living Can Unknowingly Sometimes share To make the matter worse They’re pushed towards the brightest of bright lights By well-wishers armed with bells, books and candles I often feel It’s more than many of the un-quiet departed Should be expected Reasonably To handle Perhaps it would be better to take them quietly to one side Just explain Don’t you remember? It all ended It’s over The heart gave up You died With that said Things can be as they were intended No more hanging around with shadows Rattling knobs on cellar doors Being the prickle on the skin of loved ones Enough of being the cold spot In the empty hall Give it up Let it go Slip away Then we can all get some sleep Instead of lying rigid in the dark Eyes wide Waiting for the obligatory midnight moan But more importantly There’ll be no more unwanted Nocturnal rearranging of the furniture Because More than anything else belonging to the living Their tables and chairs Should always be left well alone
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
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