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Jul 2017
Bonfire fueling the magnetic night,
Lovely fairies swirl into the light,
Bird or animal makes nary a sound,
Shaking and stirring is the damp ground.

Winter has stolen all leaves on the trees,
Starless night and now chilling the breeze,
Eyes are popping near out of our heads,
Come forth the devils and the long dead.

Chanting for evil and knowing our fate,
Caught up in madness now is our state,
Naked and twirling with stirring our heads,
Now is the time for our nocturnally beds.

Sad laughs the music in the woods now playing,
Why gather now all the souls who are staying?
Time for us all to be wooed and delivered,
Here comes the monster who now is the giver.

Hearts are blasting and now opening our souls,
Loving the manners when we're losing  control,
Coming the cursed and how mightily the fall,
Still he's the beast from the devilish ball.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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