I've seen a cloth in the form of an spirt.
And it was near and around an ancient old kitchens.
There where bubble's floating and the cloud's where made of sand witches.
So, I packed my belonging's and headed for some mountain's.
There's were I met a giant stallion his hair was silky and smooth.
He could speak so he told me what to do!
Grasp for my hair we shall set our focus too the moon.
And then wait till half past noon
For the apples and oranges to taste like .festoon.
And, now what's to be done with these flowers also bloom.
He said in a ramp style attune please only speak when holding some balloons.

Halloween time, oh how savvy it is to treat.

Eating candy for sport there no chance for a lose.

Tooth fairy's rumble threw cloud's of sugary fame.

And witches hold brooms and ritual there names.

Carvers came from mountain's a little thing in praise.

Now the moons dimed for a new start of a dawn day.

Regenerate, the ways in which you might abbreviate.

Always made up here's the rebate.

Did you understand the preference.

It's my main  look toward my own direction.

Generation's of boards fall when the plains river and fail.

Your like a wave, full of waves in your hair.

Like a high way full of spares.

Always ask people full of there shares.

To be clever, and learn a new fare.