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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ghost of the mountaintop
[time] => 2003-02-04 23:00:00
[hometext] => ..some ghosts then keep their distance; few i know through chance meeting..
[bodytext] => during howling winds and beating rain within his grave he's saved his pain, each lonely scene he shall restore 'till life may charm him no, no more, for dear the tears been duly shed his mourners pitied that he be dead, he once explored this country wide his 17th century rifle ever at his side, and well above his grassy tomb wherein' spring flowers surely bloom, ever he lays there in sweetest sod no more has feet upon ground to trod, yet one eerily dark night quite alone the ghost came visiting me at my home, i wished to know his thoughts so much even as feet to ground, his did not touch, he murmured to me within' my mind although long dead his heart was kind, "they left me alone and i did die," he said "then dug my grave and let me lie.." "mark my grave upon the hill, and keep my rifle if you will," yea, his suggestion was strongly made though not through lips the words he said, i longed to talk more to this old ghost find out in life; whom he loved most, his eyes of grey, an' broad in shoulders flesh long gone underneath our boulders, he; a man off cast by life although not in death of pioneering spirit, he's wanting lasting rest, back he wandered to his unknown grave of clay i've not found him within' it, even yet to this day. ~*~ [comments] => 10 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ladyfawn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 70 [ratings] => 14 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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