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
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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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