The wind made me cold today,
reminded me of things you'd say.
Sent a chill up and down my spine,
only as a ghost are you now mine.
Heading home I was to be alone,
get so high and zone into a stone.
Then some drops rained on my arm,
ghostly now you feel no harm.
Sped my steps to reach my door,
now I'm high laying on the floor.
ha, ha, ha, ha.
I can rhyme.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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