Resurrection Mary
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Driving on Archer Avenue,
Heading to downtown Chicago,
A hitchhiking girl - what to do.
I stopped for her. She got in, so
She wore white dress and dancing shoes,
Pretty, with blond hair and blue eyes,
But a sadness from her did ooze.
Asked me to stop, to my surprise,
Where only a dark stretch appeared,
And no houses or buildings be.
I stopped and turned, she'd disappeared -
Resurrection Cemetery.
I learned that Mary oft does roam,
Asking drivers for a ride home.
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