The Graveyard
The graveyard has a spooky gate,
The tombstones spaced behind,
With skeletal remains arranged
That passersby could find.
Some ghosts pop out of windows,
Where they’ll still be at dawn
And you can visit all of this
On my grandchildren’s lawn.
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