They say Kilroy was here. He wasn't.
Nobody been here today. Nobody.
And tomorrow?
You'll never know.
At least not today.
Today is over and out in just an hour.
It's dark.
Close your eyes and sleep.
Deap. Dream, dream, dream.
Tomorrow you'll know.
Tomorrow you'll see.
Kilroy might be visiting.
And if, someone will write his name on a wall, on a tree, on a dusty car.
Kilroy was here.
Wtf can he be doing here? Besides writing?
Jörgen Auer 27 september 2016
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