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Thought I would sort this guy out.
He was annoying me.
Didn’t realize I would be got dead.
Ach well here I’m lying down the bury hole thinking.
At least I think that I’m thinking.
After all I got dead.

Now, sitting here on the edge of my grave
Woo hoo I’m a spectre.
Thinking back as we ghosts do,
I wonder how did I got dead.
Got kicked up the side of the head.
But, ah ha, we got that little jobbie fella
‘but’ back in my spectral life or death.
Anyway were was I? Oh yes.
Somehow or other got dead.
Nice coffin.

Though on consideration coffins are not my thing.
The guy I was sorting out.Wonder did he got dead.
Woo Hoo, who’s that? I’m the other guy,
The one you sorted out. I got dead.
Come on up to my grave.
Let’s talk and go do some ghostly moaning.
See if we can learn how to live in this spectral form.
Now we both got dead.









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