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The Moving Bed

At the antique shop There was a day bed The headboard was white Coated with red gems Also some green stones The shop owner was proud Placed the bed in front So it would be seen By whoever came in A lady bought it Brought it home placed it in her bedroom Against the wide wall She left the bedroom For about one hour It was then-the bed moved To the middle of the room All by itself-no one there The lady returned Saw where the bed was Gave a big scream Till her lungs hurt Then she passed out

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Date: 10/23/2017 6:02:00 PM
A ghost story for sure. Stranger things have happened in the crazy world.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/23/2017 8:36:00 PM
I wrote this poem for Halloween, it is a ghost poetry. Have a nice evening my friend.
Date: 10/22/2017 8:39:00 PM
LOL!!! did not expect that ending. another way cool poem.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/23/2017 7:29:00 AM
I like this ending I wrote, it fitted the whole pom. Thank you Edward. Have a nice day. my friend.
Date: 10/19/2017 6:17:00 AM
Wow, nice
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/19/2017 9:14:00 AM
Hello Emmanuel,thank you. I wrote this poem for Halloween.Have a nice day my friend.

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