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by xoxSwissCheesexox Nov 13, 2010 category : Special events / other poems
Look at that witch Flying on her broomstick Like she knows all things. And her cat So black and mysterious Following that witch everywhere. But look! A ghost flew by Just barely visible To the naked eye. On a night of horror more creatures arrive Lively and ready to scare Those young trick or treaters.