Soft
And distant
Full of something
I am not
How do they do it
Smoothly
Trespassing across the street
Lights flying through the
Empty sky
Somewhere
It’s fulfilling
Suffocating
The last bit of umpf I have
Used
To understand
A life
I do not live
Because what else is the point
If I cannot take
It
DoRee MelNic 
Ted sky at night …Sailors take warning
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Ted not 👻
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😉
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Confusing yes: it was Red not Ted the ghost
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I gotcha :)! I don’t know the ghosts name was Ted though 🤩
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Yes TED, a ghost with the most…👻🎉🌈🙌🏼
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Haha 😛, nice!
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☺️
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Beautifully written😀
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Loving your tagline! The poem too is well written!💕
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Thank you so much 🥰
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Nice poem but you misspelled “oomph”. If it happens again, I’ll call Ann Sheridan’s estate lawyers and fix you my fine woman…
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Oomph was too high in the throat, I needed a more guttural pronunciation. Could you put me in contact with the person who signs off on new words? I’d like to apply immediately.
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