An Aberration
An Aberration
He is orange at the corner
And he’s looking at me.
He has a crooked grin - it is snide
It is fearsome to see
More than a pumpkin he scares
Moving nighttime creeping things.
I am afraid to pass him,
As a mean faced witch flies over me.
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