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About This Poem
Gathering Evil Dust
The evil dust floats down from the darkened sky
The bats go in and out of the grey matter
The witches use the dust from which they imply
Evil is done here, spells are left to scatter
They collect their due and walk up to their house
Pumpkins are all lit, scaring even the mouse
The dead trees start to catch on fire, bringing fear
Hatred lurks in hard crevices, death is near
Russell Sivey
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