I never went on the ghost ride ever again - - - (Remove filter)
Fly like a Bird land like a Stone
The magic roundabout
rides pound a time
ghost of cousin Sally
gives me a smile
whispers in my ear
Please hang on tight
I fell off here
landed with broken neck
buried inside local cemetery
that one over there
not far to go
for a fairground flyer
to name on stone.
Monday 4th September 2017 1:58 pm
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