Fates Arranged a Halloween Poem
The poor man calls at Halloween
with wretched teeth and bandaged gleam.
For naked truth to dariaged dream
of crimes gone by for so obscene.
That all man knows
that poor is funny
When all who beg
are lost for money
That crimes gone by
are things to change
When all that time
was fates arranged
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