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a poem that doesnt make sense.
Submitted:Nov 10, 2011 Reads: 11 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
the sun came up while it was still dark
the graveyard ghosts were swimming in the sun
for a deaf little wretch heard the noise
of the screaming ghosts
crying for help as they started to drown in the light of the watery sun
a blind old man
saw the commotion
and chuggled the sun away
with all the power and all the noise
it frightened the wet paper ghosts away.
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