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As the darkness comes
The clock goes tick tock around
Have you heard the sounds?
The depths in which they surrounds
The scarey sights
I think it is, I think it might
maybe it was the bite I got late that night
Then I wished it wasn't so
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I'm right
Could this really be the sights?
The sights of scarey,leery,weery things
but it's halloween
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2012
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