Jack

Part of my psychic poem  project, if this speaks to you, please contact me asap. Thanks.

 

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 ole Jack up to his same dirty tricks

Reaching out to the land of the living

The only way he still can

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