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Ghost Poem :
The ghost sat quietly on the window stoop,
While Cindy encircled a hula hoop.
Dark outside, no moon in sight-
A perfect night for perfect fright.
Ghost watched Cindy spin round n round,
Until she fell hard upon the ground.
Swooping down from his lofty height-
Ghost flew down like a shinning knight.
Up-righted Cindy in the nick of time,
Then making sure that all was fine-
Took his place back on the stoop,
While Cindy encircled a hula hoop.
Dark outside, no moon in sight,
But Cindy had given him a perfect fright.
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