Candy Calls
Shadows prowl early evening.
A diminutive witch and Spiderman
huddle at an unknown door.
The creep within
rubs himself again.
A dad suspects laced candy
ushers kids away.
Tell all, tell the town,
hell is already here
dressed as a clown.
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