What a merry little time
Children scuttling along sidewalks
with their eyes shinning
kicking leaves
and smiling sweet things
wearing clothes in disguise
What luck I have
to not have to costume my eyes
A pious soul I am
for all hallows eve
I do not fall ill to the trickery
I smile just as wide
when that fog palls
When those souls return
and children scurry on their ways
Their feet hit the ground
like chattering bones
hysterical laughs
and crimson eyes
jack-o-lantern teeth
I watch them fall
a piper and a feast
pied paper bags
the spirits follow me
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