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Who is he? Sally whispered to her best friend Mack.
Which one? He asked, not knowing she meant his other pal Jack.
That creep? He said, shaking his head with fascination.
They would make quite the couple, a real celebration.

Then he admitted the truth, that his friend Jack was a find.
He took her over to introduce her, knowing he was out of his mind.
Good bye my sweet almost girlfriend, thought sensitive Mack.
As Sally reached for the arm of his crypt mate, Jack.

Jack was dapper, debonair, and a dazzlingly delectable guy.
Once the girls met him, Mack was always a big fat why?
Sally turned her eyes on Jack, and the beginning of the end was over.
Jack smiled that smooth skeletal smile he had, that shone past Dover.

It was the beautiful woman with the light blue skin.
Her touch was warm, and her patchwork dress was thin.
Jack knew he’d never get enough time with this darling gal.
What is your name? He asked, barely breathing, appreciative of Mack, his pal.

It is Sally, she said, with long lashes that made her eyes seem more green.
The most breathtaking creature outside a crypt that Jack had ever seen. 
They were inseparable from that moment, until the day they faded away,
Living in a cemetery, beneath oak where Luna watched them every single day.

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