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About This Poem
Hung Skeletons
Being hanged
The skeletons drift
In the wind
They died a long time ago
But still remain in a noose
The pumpkins
Have all turned white
Still carved
Evil faces
Are bestowed upon them
Terrifying all
They are wicked in their eyes
Darkness dwells around them
The skeletons wait
As the pumpkins do
For Halloween
Russell Sivey
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