The Ghost of Town Severe

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I am the ghost of Town Severe
Bearing a story that you must hear
A tale from Halloween night
That I am sure that will give you a fright
The ship I boarded on was dark
The ship of the voyage I would embark
Behind me I heard a howl
Making me let out a loud yowl
I prepared for something obscene
But 'twas only a ghost,
Yelling "Happy Halloween!"

-G. Coleman

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