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Mar 2012
The ghosts are on the attack but I knew they'd be back..so
I armed myself with an amulet and charm..there's no harm in that..
..but those blasted ghosts are on my back.
They've never left me alone, even on the telephone I can hear them howl.
Foul beasts that they are.
I should get in my car and drive far away,speed through this night and into a day where I cannot be found.
But I'm an obstinate cuss so I shall stay,hold my ground.
I shake my fists in the air..there are ghosts everywhere.
Can you see what they're doing to me..they are driving me loopy, those spooky things
Which is what they intend
They want me to end...
..It all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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