Ghost Shook Her Head
He was down in the grave,
the shovel digging,
as the haunting craves,
earth thrown up in a heap,
as the souls sleep,
hands dropped into the casket,
feels around,
and removes all the valuable things,
ghost shook her head,
as the living was stealing from the dead.
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