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Alas Poor Pumpkin

Fat sits the pumpkin’s gruesome gnarly grin snarling at the darkness… wondering just when…. when will come the demons…fat shrunken little men fairy, pixie, witch…. flying super heroine. Warily he eyes them – peripheral this fear without ears he cannot see them coming from the rear a candle burns within his mouth a licking tongue of flame adds a glow to flickering eyes and slowly fries his brain. As footsteps fail… the din subsides the lights go out…. the shadows hide and he, headliner of the bash sits atop tomorrow's trash. ©10/28/2019 submitted to Itch, witch, glitch or twitch Poetry Contest

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Date: 11/12/2019 4:40:00 AM
Just realised the contest has ended! Congratulations :-) x
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Date: 11/12/2019 4:39:00 AM
I love this! Good luck in the contest:-) x
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Date: 11/5/2019 11:41:00 AM
What an imaginative write! I especially like the phrase "the shadows hide". The pumpkin's view point gains us a new perspective. Congratulations!
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Date: 11/1/2019 3:13:00 PM
Great clever saga of the poor abused pumpkin, so well penned! Congratulations on placing in the contest, John!
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Date: 10/30/2019 11:28:00 AM
This is a wonderful narrative on the sad existence of the pumpkin/jack-o-lantern. A smile graced my face for every single line of the remarkable write. Thank YOU, John. Love it. Warm wishes, Gershon
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Date: 10/29/2019 4:16:00 AM
Excellent entry... I love it. Bless you, Gina
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