I'm a pshycic, she says I snort. No really, she says Yeah right, I say. No one can see dead people. I can, she says. Watch, this is my husband. I don't see anyone, I say. That's because he's dead, she says. Oh. I say Look, he's picking me up, she says. You aren't moving, I say. That's why I'm a pshycic, she says. 2007-09-23T20:47:40Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/10067 <p>Yep, you&#8217;re allowed to do poems, just no dirty limericks. This is a funny little poem.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10067?basename=13850 2007-09-23T20:47:40Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477