Battling The Ghost

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'Tis within
a rhyming book
Where oft' my hungry
eyes do look

For when I read
between the lines
I find the ghosts
I seek at times

And when I read
most any verse
'Tis in my mind
these ghosts and I converse

Yet for all we say
and all we hear
The dancing sound
be not what draws me near

Though oft' I hope
to teach and learn
And laughter also
takes its turn

We sing such songs
as love and hate
And question things
like chance and fate

As I wander through
a rhyming book
Where now my hungry
eyes do look

The ghost I seek
upon this date
'Tis sadly named
Procrastinate

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