"Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away."
This is not my work, but an excerpt from a poem I came across. I liked it and placed it here for you to enjoy as well. It is by: William Hughes Mearns, 1899
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and it has nothing to do with this one...
He left his clothes upon the chair,
she was a widow, so she said -
but he was apprehended bare,
by one who rose up from the dead.
Author unknown
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