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All Hallows Eve

little ghouls roam the streets
Finding something good to eat
Ghosts fly round
Can you hear their ghostly sounds
Vampires wake from their silent slumber
To feed on the snacks at the midnight number
Monsters sneak out of their dark holes
To steel children at the sight of the moon's full
The bewitching hour is cloes at hand
So beware of the man, man of sand
When the moon sets the ghouls of night
Leave until next hallows flight
But don't worry, don't fret, don't be afraid of these thief's
Stay in the crowd and you won't be at their knees





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sweetdollsarah said...
Aug. 12, 2011 at 4:52 pm
YAY!! This is my favorite poem that u wrote!! So good!!
 
Guinn replied...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 12:05 am
I know i love this poem.
 
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