<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost of Deacon Brown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a backwoods town<br>Lived Deacon Brown,<br>And he was a miser old;<br>He would trust no bank,<br>So he dug, and sank<br>In the ground a box of gold,<br>Down deep in the ground a box of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hid his gold,<br>As has been told,<br>He remembered that he did it;<br>But sad to say,<br>On the very next day,<br>He forgot just where he hid it:<br>To find his gold he tried and tried<br>Till he grew faint and sick, and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then on each dark and gloomy night<br>A form in phosphorescent white,<br>A genuine hair-raising sight,<br>Would wander through the town.<br>And as it slowly roamed around,<br>With a spade it dug each foot of ground;<br>So the folks about<br>Said there was no doubt<br>'Twas the ghost of Deacon Brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around the church<br>This Ghost would search,<br>And whenever it would see<br>The passers-by<br>Take wings and fly<br>It would laugh in ghostly glee,<br>Hee, hee!—it would laugh in ghostly glee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the town<br>Went quickly down, <br>For they said that it was haunted;<br>And doors and gates,<br>So the story states,<br>Bore a notice, 'Tenants wanted.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the town is now for let,<br>But the ghost is digging yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416465" data-title="The Ghost of Deacon Brown de James Weldon Johnson" data-description="In a backwoods town Lived Deacon Brown, And he was a miser old; He would trust no bank, So he dug, and sank In the ground a box of gold, Down deep in the ground a box of gold. He hid his gold, As has been told, He remembered that he did it; But s..."></div> </div> </div>

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