From Halloween To Christmas In a Minute
Twenty days plus one hour is what it takes
The October country requires no less
Halloween land is treacherous with black glass sharp
Slime covered dark rocks that cut
Green rain is acid, leaves everything deformed
Not far beyond this realm is snow and ice
Pure thoughts evolve there on the spot
Some call it the Arctic circle
When we see red and white spun on the pole
Going retrograde may not seem normal to the mind
It is imagination that defines the magnetic vortex turn
Christmas comes in a minute right on time
Sparks the Aurora Borealis
Packaged, warped, wrapped warm inside
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