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COME INTO MY GHOSTLY GHASTLY DREAMS

and I daily dream every day
guys who went to their graves
almost 100 years ago
now come daily searching for me

o poet come quickly
here we are poets of class missing
neo has plenty

Heard 5 or six left neo early
where did they vanish
who can tell me

I asked are you a ghost
he quickly vanished

So depend not on dreams
just relish ice cream

then forget all such
minus passionate dreams

Dreamer friends
where have you lately been

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Free verse
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Am reminded of a long ago song
Peter, Paul and Mary wrote it, I think

I miss Alan

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Raywhitakerblog.wordpress.com
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say or sing

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Here are the lyrics:

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them, every one
Oh when will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands, every one
Oh when will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
Oh when will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
Oh when will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one
Oh when will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?

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fragrance display
I composed the balance too
which blindly washed away

will let the boys as husbands play
then in battle fields pass away
till they are brought covered in flags
and they are buried

gals and pops and moms
bring roses too to Riddeleu

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This created a strong reaction for me. I want to read more. Or read a version of it that has evolved just a little more....

this is my comment on someone's poem
modified my way/style

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