Poetry

The Night Before Halloween

All hallows eve is nearly upon us again

The day we open up to a whole other plain

Pumpkins and costumes will be all around

I’ll be remembering the boy that drowned

 

Gone are the days we remember the dead

Now all we do is dress as their head

Trick or Treaters will tap on your door

When did this holiday become such a chore?

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