Ghost of a Chance
Last Thursday night,
it was pouring with rain.
We went on a hunt for a ghost.
They say that the ghost
is only seen at night,
and always in the rain.
She was ran over in the rain
at midnight, so her ghost
only appears on a wet night.
Well, that night, I stood in the rain, but didn't see the ghost.
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