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Ghosts All Gone Tiny, tell-tale footsteps Padded down the hall Hinges creaked softly in the dark A little head poked past the door Two small eyes took a peek Pat, pat, tiny footsteps once again A cherubic little voice called out ADaddy @ Now standing by my bed Clutching her favorite pillow Almost big as she In dainty little arms She called again ADaddy, can I get in your bed? @ I swept her up beside me And tucked her under warm covers She curled up in a contented ball Ghosts all gone As sleep overcame us Once more
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