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Created on: October 26, 2008
They come
In the shadows
Of darkness
Prowling the streets
The porches
And homes
Cowardly pumpkin bandits
No faces
No names
Smashing our pumpkins
Then laughing
No shame
Running away
While the world still sleeps
Leaving behind
Chunks of pumpkin
And seeds
Good grief
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Poetry: Halloween
In the old cemetery Halloween night,
The low moon was full and bright,
But intermittently obscured by thin wispy clouds.
And
On old hollow eve he first was seen
Riding a black horse with sword in air
A figure draped in black, a frighting fiend
CEMETERY SCENE:
‘Twas late in the evening
One Halloween
When I happened
upon this scene
Being lowered into a grave
The other side of Halloween...
Autumn cast its pallet
over Summer's ripened fruit
as harvest bares the fields once more
by Jack Ivey
It’s late this night of Halloween
I’m lost and quite alone
Walking down an empty street
To find my way back
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