Halloween Poem # 26..Death Goes A-Creeping
Up the alleyways creeps Death
Hoping to take your last breath
Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed
You had better run and hide
Searching high and searching low
Death shall strike the final blow
In every dark corner he looks
All the crannies,all the nooks
If he finds you you're all done
There'll be no place left to run
So on Halloween be extra fast
Or else that night might be your last!
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