The Ghost The moons out The stars are about The alley's dark and silent A furry face, Staring me in the eye It creeps towards me Deep and slowly, It runs off frightened As fast as lighting, I wonder what scared it I look behind me slowly And all I see is a ghost, I run for my #life So I cannot die.
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