Lindsay Wilkins

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Extra Sense - Poem by Lindsay Wilkins

I see dead people,
Everywhere,
In the church steeple,
Even in the air.

They float around me,
And in the trees,
Making my life,
Like a horrible breeze.

They died on a rock,
Out at sea,
Or while fixing a clock,
On their rickety knees.

I kind of feel bad,
To see them so sad,
Without their family,
Or the lives they had.

Sometimes they are scary,
But then I see,
They are people...
Just like me

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 19, 2011


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