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Souls Unlatched
There are many lit pumpkins in the field
Covering from fence to fence, quite a yield
They create an ambiance with their glow
The greatest sight I will see, this I know
Black cats prowl this night, during a full moon
There are many of them to make you swoon
Superstition precedes this evil night
Costing nine lives just by their horrid fright
Up in the air are bats and the ravens
They are scary outside the night havens
The bat takes one look at the great pumpkins
And flies with the raven black from within
Ghosts float over the glowing pumpkin patch
Waiting to catch our souls that’s been unlatched
Russell Sivey
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Russell Sivey
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