Ghost that haunts me in my new house
In my new house there is host
It is known as ghost
He lived for million time
Just he did was million crime
He is dark as night
Strong as knight
Has horse without head
Just because his horse is mad
He is white as snow
He is turely known
For scaring little souls
He is never cure
He sit infront of grave
But he sounds like rave
Which was never been pure
He is angry or sad
Because his cat is fat
The cat lays on mat
Covered with bloodystamps
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