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Ghost in the Kitchen

Ghost in the Kitchen My friend has an interesting occupation In Manhattan, I spend a great deal of time So in winter, he hangs out in my location Eating chicken, drinking liquor, beer and wine During this time snow is on the ground; there is rough weather His mother's best friend has passed away Nevertheless, after the funeral this night; we find time to hang together Even though my house is in disarray After midnight my friend is gone; so on the sofa I fall sound asleep Soon on my right side I lay Then I turn to see this dead lady, not to weep I hope she has not lost her way And now I sit up half asleep and half awake What cause this lady to show her face? She does not look directly at me nor shake As I wonder why she leaves her new found resting place Slender ghost, has cute face, pointed nose and long perm hair And wearing long, grey, bubble winter coat, from this un-forsaken land This sight I witness and no fear As I look at her, she fades away like a crystal mirage in desert sand William Morrissey 1/09/07

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