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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Town Ghost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five of us were playing cards <br>while outside someone was banging <br>as if, they were constructing something. <br>I got up to see who it was, <br>but there was no one there. <br>I scratched my head and returned <br>to the hand I was playing. <br>About a half an hour later, <br>we heard someone walking about. <br>With torch in hand, I went again to investigate. <br>Again, there was no one there. <br>I shone the torch up and down the street. <br>The footsteps had stopped by now. <br>We could only guess it was the ghost, <br>which roams around our little town. <br>It hurts no one and no one is afraid of it. <br>Some say it our old friend Jock. <br>Other say it is someone else. <br>Unless one of us sees it, we will never be sure. <br>Whoever it is we wish <br>they would show themselves occasionally, <br>so we would then know whom to say goodnight to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 February 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Authors Note: <br>I belong to a small Western re-enactment town called Deadwood.<br>The town is haunted by an arrangement of ghosts, none of them harmful. A number us have witnessed several unusual things. The poem recounts an incident, which happened one night a few years ago when five of us were playing card in the back of one the building at gone midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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while outside someone was banging 
as if, they were constructing something. 
I got up to see who it was, 
but there was no one there. 
I scratched my head and returned 
to the hand I was playing. 
About a half an hou..."></div>
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