On this cold morning the ghost came

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On this cold morning the ghost came
Buried his gold on soil
I pinched myself on who’s to blame
At any rate, such spoil
Icicles were formed overnight
And so cold it gave me a fright
Icicles were formed
Icicles were formed
When snow is melted by sunlight

On this cold morning the ghost came
Leaving some weird feeling
Inside we were playing some game
And the baby’s babbling
What could we do when it’s so cold?
And we have time to look for gold
What could we do?
What could we do?
Don’t be silly, my Mum scold

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: 8 December 2017 Friday Fictioneers, Weekly Writing Prompt #118

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(5) Words: | GHOST | PINCH | RATE | GOLD | BURY |

 

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