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Halloween Night

HALLOWEEN NIGHT October the thirty first, the night is stark dark. A cloaked figure sways in wind gust with the hooded face under mask. A black cat crosses the road doesn’t see the man’s canine spout. His eyes are like hers, stone cold, gorged in the face of Dracula, the Count. He knocks on a white door near that turned a hole to hell in his shadow. A floating figure soon appears there, holds his stretched hands, says ‘Hallo’. The surprised Count meets his vampire, they dance in full spirit like gripped sprite till their costumes are ripped and flung far at the end of the Halloween night. October 31, 2018

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Date: 11/3/2018 8:41:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Subimal. Well done.
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Date: 11/1/2018 11:45:00 AM
I enjoyed this poem, especially the ending, congratulations on your winning placement!
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Date: 11/1/2018 7:09:00 AM
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WELL-DESERVED WIN! Janice
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