**Thinking her thoughts of mischief before
a Guy of the fifth, with bonfires bright
and works of flame to light the sky,
but Hallows eve starts, on the thirty-first night.
Faces in pumpkins, scooped out hollow
flickers from tallow, giving them life,
silhouette on the moon, she rides the night
in pointed hat, upon her broom.**
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Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
**Thinking her thoughts of mischief before
a Guy of the fifth, with bonfires bright
and works of flame to light the sky,
but Hallows eve starts, on the thirty-first night.
Faces in pumpkins, scooped out hollow
flickers from tallow, giving them life,
silhouette on the moon, she rides the night
in pointed hat, upon her broom.**
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