The Ghost of the Library Mall

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The Ghost That Haunts the Library Mall

Sometimes I think, I want to be here forever. Not to get a bachelors, or a masters, or a phd. I want to be the ghost that haunts UNT.

I want to splash in the fountain and lay in the sun. I want to sit in the swing chairs and watch the squirrels run. I want to be the ghost that haunts the Library Mall, And be there for winter, spring, summer, and fall.

All the people I’d see scurrying here and there. I’d just want to people watch. Sit there and stare. I’d blow a breeze in the warm months, and warm their feet when its cold. And listen to the clock tower and hope it never gets old.

There is always something happening at the Library Mall Something new and exciting either big or small. There is also a comforting constant of what is always present. The green glow of the tower and the Union is always pleasant.

I want to be the ghost that haunts UNT. The Library Mall is the place for me. And maybe students will tell others of my story. Of a strange spirit who once was called ____.

[theghostoflibrarymall-blog]

The Ghost That Haunts the Library Mall

Sometimes I think, I want to be here forever. Not to get a bachelors, or a masters, or a phd. I want to be the ghost that haunts UNT.

I want to splash in the fountain and lay in the sun. I want to sit in the swing chairs and watch the squirrels run. I want to be the ghost that haunts the Library Mall, And be there for winter, spring, summer, and fall.

All the people I’d see scurrying here and there. I’d just want to people watch. Sit there and stare. I’d blow a breeze in the warm months, and warm their feet when its cold. And listen to the clock tower and hope it never gets old.

There is always something happening at the Library Mall Something new and exciting either big or small. There is also a comforting constant of what is always present. The green glow of the tower and the Union is always pleasant.

I want to be the ghost that haunts UNT. The Library Mall is the place for me. And maybe students will tell others of my story. Of a strange spirit who once was called ____.