I walk in the main street,
in broad day light.
I'm the ghost hunter,
with a big sack on my back,
and some amount of
money in my purse
I meet ghosts in society
tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed,
undressed skeletons, and more ...
They greet me, talk to me
and accept money I offer
to be in my sack.
But I haven't got a single ghost
in main street, lanes and bylanes
Now my skeleton laughs at me,
as I jump into my empty sack
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