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I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits
alike
But I once saw a ghost a’ riding a bike
He was in a great hurry to get to some place
His look was concerned, upon his pale face
I asked him what’s the hurry and where he was heading
He said, I can’t talk for I am late for my wedding
So as polite as I could, I offered him a lift
It’s the least I could do for a wedding gift
Then I thought to my self I must inquire
What’s the big rush where is the fire
And he said to me in a sobering voice
I slept in late, not a good choice
So I stomped on the gas and asked him one question
How do I get to the wedding procession?
He asked me if I knew of the graves off Aloma
The ones with the flowers and deadly aroma
So I drove him there, with out a care
Just doing a favor without any fare
For it’s not everyday that one gets wed
Especially this ghost so lonely and dead
We saw the graves and in the distance his wife
Standing and waiting, with a veil and a knife
He jumped out the car and waved me good bye
And that’s when I knew I was totally high
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