How did this transpire
Handy man to the rescue
In the fire
Human extinguisher
So many years till retirement
An angel
But only can fly so far
Or do so much
My control is not only your guidance
For long I tryed it
Sweetnectar
It was never enough
You always had the love reserved
Demands to live without the curve
The truth is never what I heard
No other feeling
My fault
Sat down on the asphalt
Please no blame games
Family boxed me in with the devils mind frame
Can I attend the funeral
I gave my best
Tryed my best
What is my best
Now after the chips are down
Infrared vision in my back & front
Ghost begone and let his spirit appear
I miss you already
Its only four days till Christmas
William K. Butler
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