Halloween Lips
Halloween lips are pumpkin's rain
for kissing pulp on smacking brain
And holding love for passion named
in pumpkins born in farmer's lane
When all for one
are fields of pain
In farmland earned
of horror been drain
To harvest led
of food for soul
When Halloween's dead
are on a roll
And kids being said
to travel to
What lips being fed
are nature's dew
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