There was a man down down on his luck
one day waiting at the
Victoria sation for a memory and a thought walked past
him of which he had not thought for years. He said
to the thought, " Hullo, I thought you were
dead and the thought said. " Do you believe in ghosts of the past? "
And the man who was thinking the thought said,
" Of course , once I did." And the thought . said," Well, I do,"
then kissed him on the forehead.
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People watching this
thought he was mad of course because thoughts cannot be seen
and the ghost of loves memory cannot either.
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