My Best Friend Is A Ghost — Frank Solanki

My best friend was seven When he died last year In the sea we were swimming Then he disappeared Now the ghost of my friend Comes to play with me All the folks in this town Think I’ve gone crazy But they can’t see what I see They don’t understand I don’t really blame them […]

via My Best Friend Is A Ghost — Frank Solanki

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