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A poem for this evening
Little ones scamper about
Going from door to door
Trick or treat, smell my feet
I think I’ve heard this before.
Pumpkins grin, candles glore
Thumps and groans from next door
Ghosts and goblins are leading the pack
As I stand on my front porch.
How many kids will come this year?
It’s one we always ask —
I don’t care how many there are
As long as the “loot” will last.
Black cats, witches hats,
They all look alike to me
Upturned faces at the door
Open bags — wanting more.
By the end of the evening
I’m done and spent.
A lot of fun watching the events
Time for bed — turn out the lights
All shelled out on this Hallowe’en night.