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About This Poem
Dabs of Halloween
Written sometime in the 1970's
Updated: October 12, 2012
My laughing paintbrush
Amuses the canvas with
Many mornings and tickles
Two half-polished pumpkins.
Cobwebs of cornstalk
Casually poise on the
Pumpkins and branch into
The air like pick-up sticks.
A stroke of orange
Pumpkin gets
Lost on my cheek.
The camouflaged children
Have come and gone.
Two pumpkins helplessly smile
On the itchy rug.
The third is in the oven...
Becoming more like the
Hairline of a balding man
The longer it bakes.
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