May 15, 2009
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As the rain goes on and on
I can hear the ghost call
They laugh, jump, and play
Because all is well in their world

It’s a different story for us that are living
Every day we work restlessly
Without a moment for a break

For the ghost this is different
Every day for them is a play day
They no longer have to worry
About shoes Clothes or hair

Every day is fun for them
Except for the fact that they’re well, dead

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