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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.

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I never went on the ghost ride ever again - - -

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