Memory ,my poem

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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thought he was mad of course because thoughts cannot be seen

and  the ghost  of loves memory cannot either.