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         Ruth's House Of Poetry
  The ghosties all in Scareville
       were putting on a show
   to demonstrate their talent
        down on Spooky Row.

       While busily preparing
      for all the acts they'd do,
   one tiny ghost was worried,
        and his name was Boo.

   He cowered in the shadows
          and shed a little tear.
His mother came and questioned,
    "My son, what do you fear?

   "Oh, Mother, I am thinking
         I can't be in the show.
        I really have no talent,
    and I'm so small, you know.

         I do not look horrific;
            I have a silly grin,
      and with the way I giggle
         I'm sure I'll never win.

       All of the other ghosties
      are big and tall and mean,
  and they can scare the people
          on every Halloween.

     But when I try to frighten,
           nobody runs away.
   They think that I am funny,
    and they just want to play."
His mother smiled and answered,
      "Sit down, my little Boo;
there's something I must tell you,
         so listen while I do.

      It usually is considered
   that what's unique and rare
      exemplifies true talent;
    so, son, don't have a care.

Although you're not horrendous,
       you have a certain flair
     for making people happy;
     you do not need to scare.

     I want you to remember
          and always realize
    that talent isn't measured
by length nor breadth nor size.

  Indeed, your talent's special,
though different from the rest,
  and some may think it modest,
    but some may say it's best.

     So go and join the others,
     then do the best you can,
  and know that I'll be cheering
        my special little man."

   Now little Boo, encouraged,
       emerged to join the rest,
  and when the show was over,
    the judge said Boo was best.


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                   Ruth Gillis
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