Took Him a Coffee
He looks pretty pale, abnormal, unnatural even.
I rolled my eyes at my diffident grandson, Steven.
He’s not ethereal; he is as real as me and you.
Take him a coffee, and a cup of your corndog stew.
When he did this, the creature gave him a thank you.
You are a wonderful soul, and your grandmother too.
A Halloween day we will not forget right away.
The ghost disappeared, fading away in the gray.
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