Trick Or Treat
Dressed in costume
on streets appeared
I and my crew
so unafeared,
but when we came
upon a spook
we ran away,
confidence shook.
I'll never leave
my room again;
but don't bereave
Sequestered Friend.
I'm scared and not
hyperbolic:
this poem is
real symbolic!
Boo!
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