An old folk-rhyme and a promise…

I saw a man upon the stair,
A little man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today;
Gee, I wish he’d go away.

“He” is summoned by words alone… AKA a semantic spook.

We are working out our own little gremlins for some things early next week.
Once that’s done you’ll get the attention you deserve.
Oh, you do haunt…


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