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Talking to...

No one will confess to believing in ghosts. "But! I do." I have talked to Shirley Temple. Ghosts are not as common as they were when I was just a young boy. They have been treated badly and ostracized since I spoke with the Wizard of Oz. However granny sneezes when dipping her snuff. She died forty-seven years ago. It seems I have been reduced to talking with broomsticks, but the Rorschach Test glows, with my granny's green eyes. Her eyes of Jello, as I push with my oars
Written by adagio
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