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Halloween Lips

Halloween lips are pumpkin's rain for kissing pulp on smacking brain And holding love for passion named in pumpkins born in farmer's lane When all for one are fields of pain In farmland earned of horror been drain To harvest led of food for soul When Halloween's dead are on a roll And kids being said to travel to What lips being fed are nature's dew

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