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Ghost Face
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I look in the mirror
what do I see?
Nothing but what is behind
poor lonesome me
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Shoulda coulda woulda
rocketed beyond the veil
but love aglow on Memory Lane
locked-up that idea in jail
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Speaking of which, I wonder
how much longer it’s gonna be
before my beloved Diana
comes back home to me
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For 4 long nights she’s been
haunting he who killed yours truly
that damned Dart with the baloney heart
has been making her awful squirrely
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All I can do is
stare at the empty mirror
wonder what she sees in him
that’s not right here
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I guess a man with a face
that grimaces & grins
is better than a ghost who
only stands here & spins
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But damn her jezebel eyes
she’s a ghost too
why don’t she come back
be holy, be true?
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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)
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