And I think in rhymes and I don’t know why, this language of mine
Has been replaced,
With something divine,
Though from without I think
My tongue’s tied.
I took my automobile out for a ride today,
Alongside of me, a happy ghost.
Drove right through a stoplight,
Sitting on my bedroom floor.
I have not left the room, he says, I say.
I have, yet again,
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