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Oct 2021
This night hosts dinosaurs and demons
Growling, tapping, slithering to my door
To utter threats or blessings, dependent
Upon my ability or desire to laden bags
With candies meant to cheer and send the chill
Of coming death away, even in the face of disaster.
Don Bouchard
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Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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