It has been a crazy week. I am moving this week and my mind is everywhere !!! I did not get a chance to create a poem yesterday so I decided to create 2 for today !! Enjoy !!
The lonely ghost of little Troy. Struck by a train when he was a small boy. The first to be buried under the large oak tree. The only ghost lurking in the dark cemetery. Time passes by and nobody visits. THere are no other souls who know of is existence. Seasons still chance, the grass still grows. Its hard to be the only ghost you know.
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