Bobby: It is said,
‘Ghosts that fool all and hide yard do (not) exist.’
Bob: Says who? Ghosts themselves are dubious
about their existence, woolliness, and width.
Bobby: What if, while camping with them
in the cement city, we set the said in cement?
Bob: We would acknowledge their imprint on
our ghostly, handwritten, gravely mistaken lives.

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