When
10/28/20
When vampires fly abroad in search of blood
And poltergeists and demons do no good;
When zombies drooling, crawl up from the ground
And ghoulish spirits glide without a sound;
When bats and spiders brush across your face
And coffins spill out bodies all in lace;
A chill crawls up your spine, your hair turns green.
You know the time has come for Hallowe'en.
Copyright © Patricia Cammish | Year Posted 2020
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