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I came home one evening whistling a lullaby 
when I saw the first ghost ever:
a pirate with a patched eye;
I quickly ran from him with a pounding heart!

He must have returned and look for me,
anytime I turned the light switch on
he disappeared but moved around the quiet room
his good eye glowed through the dense darkness, 
in full brightness, I couldn't see him!
 
Not being afraid of ghosts takes courage,
kids usually think that some friend is 
impersonating a real ghost
and laughing they mock him to stir rage;
don't be too sure he's a fake,
be on guard, he won't fail the test! 

I waited for him to reappear, 
he refused to show his scarred face;
I spoke aloud, hoping he could hear me,  
he came closer, I felt his menacing
presence in those stumping footsteps
and groans that did not make me tremble!

Finally, he showed himself to me and whispered,
" I'm sorry, I frightened you that evening...I needed
somebody to unfasten my shackles; I was taken prisoner
when my ship sank in the Atlantic Ocean, I lost all! "

" I like to return home and hug my wife and kids;
home is a long way, my England grieves as I! "
I suddenly replied and accepted his request for freedom,
" I will help you, sir, and relieve your excruciating pain. "
And before he could say another word, I loosened 
his shackles feeling his swollen feet shake tremendously!

I looked up and saw the most grateful smile flashing at me,
" Thank you good child for giving me back my freedom! "
He waved until he vanished into that ocean he roamed for years;
I was glad for having been the bravest kid who didn't fear ghosts!

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