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Toasted Marsh Ghosts
let’s toast some ghosts, the witch said to me.
Her hair was as red as the devil’s sea.
I had no words, but wondered what she meant.
when I saw it, I was lost in wonderment.
You are really toasting ghosts! I exclaimed.
I told you she said to me, her hair inflamed.
The ghosts were booing, hissing, and stuff.
She said “they blubber, but I can huff.”
I was amazed at her ability to do what she did.
Out in the open, showing everyone. What a kid!
Do you eat them too? I asked, kind of intrigued.
I am not a cannibal! She told me. Not a bad seed.
Why do you toast them? I asked her, wanting to know.
They love it, she told me. It helps them so….
They cannot boo as hard when they are pristine.
I do it to be helpful; it is not a bit mean.
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Caren Krutsinger
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