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A Ghostly Poem

Ghost to

my left,

ghost to

my right.

Ghost in

front, oh

what a fright.

Ghost behind

ghost all around.

How did I

get in this

ghostly town?

I look at

my hand.

What is

this?

What do

I see?

Oh my,

I can

see right

though me!

Shirley Smothers

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Published: Oct 18, 2013
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