Late Night Sprints

October 23, 2017
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On a spooky night we’re chased.
Who will come and save us?
We run and hide. We dip in the dark.
Where are we? Are we lost?
Shouldn’t have done it —  ringing doorbells.
Race back home, neighbors shake their fists.

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