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I'm tired of these gothic poems,
Why not write something cheery for Halloween?
Pumpkin seeds and spicy dreams
Orange and red and little Ted
Goes out to play, today, today
Jump in leaves and hang from eaves
Skeletons and docile winds
Autumn love, and turtledove
Snaky rains and growing pains
Rocking boat and rocking crib
Orange, yellow, red, and black
The plump mean woman cease the smack
The child runs free to the neighbor's door
To get their love and treats galore
Change like the falling leaves
Copyright ©
A. Ryeter
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