Sometimes
all you have to do is say thanks
People come in out of your
life like revolving doors
but that's okay
the memory may not be truthful
everything is dream
anyway
We climbed the tower
and threw his ashes
into the mountain mist
they shimmered like diamonds
No corpse to stink
the mountain
just a dram of whisky
and nod of head
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