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Nov 2016
All Hallows night and the
night sky is peppered with
grey clouds and a hazy full
moon lighting the way like
a dimly lit old oil lantern
Little ghouls and goblins
walk the streets moving
briskly from door to door
begging for sweet treats
Cutting through grassy
knowles and leaping small
hedges to fill bags until
they overflow is the objective
Scary pumpkin laden stoops
along with tiny ghosts
swinging from trees, give
pause to appreciate the
ones that go all in to ensure
a proper fright or applause
Free to all who participate
in the annual trek is a
dentists nightmare, yet
free only with the time
honored phrase to release
the candy from the clutches
of the givers...
Always assured to be an
honest to goodness treat.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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