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Down below

So there he was
Six feet underground
In his grave -
Dead to the world -
Then a knock on the side.
Quid?
He thought his problems
Were solved, over.
Not so, said the ghost
Who held the keys
To the gates
Of a world even more somber.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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