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Ghosts
By Wren
The ghost is in my writing
In my mind and in my soul
The ghost is in my bedroom
Underneath my bed
It's in the closet with the Boogeyman
and playing tag with the dust bunnies
Catching all the mice and roaches
Eating them like candy, with cream filling
The ghost tries all my clothes on
Then throws them to the floor
He stretches them beyond their limits
They don't fit me anymore..
The ghost is on the ceiling fan
Swinging like a monkey
The ghost is just a spirit
An Unforgiven Soul..
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Copyright 2003 Wren
Published on Sunday, April 13, 2003.
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"Poetry"
Comments on "Ghosts"
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A former member wrote:
I loved this one...
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On Sunday, April 17, 2005, Kinkypoptart
(555)
wrote:
interesting... ~*~Tart~*~
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On Thursday, April 8, 2004, Beautiful Scars
(175) wrote:
I really enjoyed reading this one, thank for sharing. -fairy.
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On Sunday, April 13, 2003, GothicBlack
(186) wrote:
yes, I like how it was humorous in the begging but then sober at the end. it has got be thinking as well ~gothic~
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On Sunday, April 13, 2003, CorruptedLittleGirl
(243) wrote:
I really like this poem. At first it was making me laugh my ass off! But the end made me think a little. Nice work, Wren!
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