Dark, Wry
Musta woke with feelings of dread;
I bet that he thought he was dead.
Upon its unmasking,
The question I’m asking:
’Twas the ghost of white or wheat bread?
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H/T to The Ghost II by Daisy Ward
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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