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Monday, October 18, 2010
The Scary Ghost
There once was a little ghost
Who liked to scare the most.
He would roam around,
Falling on the ground,
Going from room to room,
Carrying a little broom.
No matter the time of day,
He was ready to play.
But when it was dark,
He would sound like a lark,
Going from room to room,
Carrying a little broom.
Who liked to scare the most.
He would roam around,
Falling on the ground,
Going from room to room,
Carrying a little broom.
No matter the time of day,
He was ready to play.
But when it was dark,
He would sound like a lark,
Going from room to room,
Carrying a little broom.
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