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December 31, 2012

 

 

There’s a ghost in the bedroom,

who moves about at half past seven.

He’s even been known to creep around,

as late as ten to eleven.

 

The reason I say ‘he’, is because

my man insists on calling him Fred.

But I am more inclined to think,

the ghost a ‘she’ instead.

 

The footsteps often vary as

he goes on different walks,

sending shivers down our spine,

and eyes wide open, out on stalks.

 

We think the ghost quite harmless,

and feel protected by it’s care,

But in truth, I think we both feel,

that we wish,  it wasn’t there!

 

 

 

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