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MY FRIEND WAS A GHOST
In my youth I never experienced what was fright
I used to pedal from my studio quite late at night
Cross a railway bridge supposed to be haunted
None to be seen at that hour as no one wanted
Yet a young man I always used to see
Once I said hello! when he rode past me
"Don't you feel afraid?" and "No-Never" I had said
You know the difference between living and dead"
Showing no interest I just shook my head
But he went on with his spooky talks instead
The arguments and debate went too hot
I accepted his challenge to visit a spot
The night was chilled and the sky cloudy and dark
Raced fifteen miles till we heard some dogs bark
We reached a village surrounded by dark hills
Where corpses were being cut in its saw mills
And I could hear the painful howls
Amidst the screeching of the owls
Shocked, I tried to speak to my friend
I received no response from his end
The terror of the situation was so deep
Even the moon was quite afraid to peep
Horrified and frightened I began to weep
Gradually I was being dragged into sleep
When I woke up just before the dawn
I found myself in a beautiful lawn
My companion enjoying his butter and toast
While I was having my coffee and bread
I had realized that my friend was a ghost
And no more I am alive but simply dead
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