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Lonely BrideShe just got married In her room, she does wait, For her newlywed husband They have a date. She's still in her wedding gown Lying on the bed, waiting patiently, She has a sad look on her face Wondering where he could be. He never shows up She dies of a broken herat, You might see her in Room 423 Sobbing and falling apart. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.12/2007 This is about another ghost, that haunts the Algonquin Hotel, in St. Andrews, New Brunswick. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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