Spirit, spirit in the night,
please go straight into the light.
When you hear that you are dead,
don't just linger near that bed.
Ghosts aren't meant to stick around
haunting souls here on the ground.
Float on up to meet your friends
for your journey's at its end.
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I love the baby poems of course, but this one is great in a different way. Made me remember a special resident from the nursing home. Thank you for writing it!
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