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*Poem originally written for and submitted to haikuniverse.com for its Halloween Haiku contest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ vines twist 'round boot soles— "Sir, your cravate!" gasps the scarecrow. orange truce blooms at dusk
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