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Dec 2016
There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants andΒ Β jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.
Max Vale
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Max Vale  M/Somewhere
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