Digging A Memory Hole

Nothing to see here
Everything’s fine
Return to your evening
I’ll go back to mine
Tomorrow, the next day
We’ll wave and say hi
You won’t even remember
Nor either will I
The thing that the both of us
Didn’t just see
Don’t nobody know, and soon
Neither will we

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Silliness is good
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