why do others pick on me
little ghost moved to a cozy shed in Ireland one fine October day
He was tired of being bullied and teased, to him this was not play
why do others pick on me? He asked his jack-o-lanterns with a stare.
But they did not and could not reply, for their voices were not there.
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