You are not reading my mind exactly

Been so out of time and here I am

As if I had seen Bill Hole himself!

I am a believer in him

As I know he will be okay

He will not get very hurt or anything

Nothing serious for sure

I know everyone is a bit concerned

I think he is in Montana right now

I would do anything to see the look

To see him and his smile

Nobody smiles like that anymore

Send him your prayers

And I will get back to you soon!
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