Ima Ryma


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Past Acquaintance

I left my hotel and strolled through
The nearby cemetery gate.
I was surprised to run into
Someone like me out walking late.
His name was Dave, a handsome lad.
While we talked, I became aware
The night chill had him shaking bad.
I let him have my coat to wear.
We kept each other company,

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