Twenty-Four
Twenty-Four ?
At my door...
I hear them knocking...
I hear them roar...
What are they?
Shapeshifting phantoms?
Ghosts of Holloween-Pasts?
Christy's Racoons?
I can't make them out
But they're there,
I have no doubt...
Tweny-four...
At my door....
God knows,
There'll soon be more.
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