Part of the psychic poem project. If this touches you, please let me know.


Jack was a young, fun loving, hitch-hiking man
A prank pulling ghost up on Ravenhill Road way out in the middle of nowhere is what he became
Cold feeling in your backseat as you drive along in the darkness?
Kindly don't scream or say a rude word

It's just good ole Jack up to his same dirty tricks
Reaching out to the land of the living tonight
The only way he still can

2008 Ramona Thompson

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