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Oct 2018
One night a year
Is perfect for me
Sweet and tasty my dear
How can it be?

Candy at doors
Kids in the street
With each I want more
With each that I eat.

Sweet like sugar
Sour and ****
Paired with a another
or alone, a la carte.

Never filled never full
It's a witch's delight
Eat them all whole
On Halloween night.

They kick and they scream, they bite and they squeal
These kids who will be, my very next meal.
Christopher P Wyman
Written by
Christopher P Wyman  24/Long Beach, CA
(24/Long Beach, CA)   
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