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The white ghosts came again last night, they come in threes, buzz buzz like bees, they stayed awhile, kind of hung around, just hovering there, feet off the ground. Not sure what time they went away but gone they were before light of day. They'll return of course, they always do and that's just fine though I'll tell you true ...it's the black ghosts that I'm scared of...

Marion Price(2020)

 

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Randall smith

Marion,  like this.  Had to read it several times to get the full feeling and I think meanings from it but it was a good read.

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Marion Price

Ah Randal...no wonder you had trouble understanding...Cherie has just pointed out I wrote sacred instead of scared...lol...it might make a bit more sense now. Thankyou 💕

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Cherie Leigh

Hey Marion, There are the ghosts of life that are like our memories there that haunt us and remind us of our pasts, but the more scary ones are the dark evil ones that you mention in the end.  I think you put "sacred" meaning to say, "scared"  in that last line?   You are so creative how you use metaphors and imagery to get a point across...Love it.  xo ;) 

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Marion Price

Lol...THANKYOU for pointing that out...it makes no sense as it is lol😬😬😆...yes, there are things we can live with and things we can't, those things we try to bury Cherie, but ..sometimes.....they give us sleepless nights. Hugs 💕

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