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Created on: October 12, 2009
Go slowly around the second turn
Not quite a hairpin
An enormous white oak is on the left
The gravel is deep and loose at that spot
So watch your control.
Survive the bend
Gather your wits
Park on the black
Up on the hill.
A ways into the trees
Behind the white house
Under the slab
That holds the ac unit
(Have a shovel)
In a little red box
With two brass locks
You'll find my head.
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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
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Autumn cast its pallet
over Summer's ripened fruit
as harvest bares the fields once more
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I’m lost and quite alone
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