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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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