ROGER A. EVERS
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WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?

who the hell was that?

i heard it,
fealt it in the wind,
tasted it in my sleep.

what the hell kind of ghost
delivers these dreams?

a mad ghost
a laughing, greedy ghost
telling me

"WAKE UP!
wake up :
if you can't buy it mister,
it ain't worth shit"

tumbling fools
stumbling into oblivion
with pocketfulls of gold...

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