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Whistling Pumpkin
Listen my children and you shall hear
of the whistling pumpkin at this time a year,
on the twenty eighth of October, 2015:
l was barely just a teen,
He walked up to that house,
he was near the door,
when he saw and old man,
of the age of eighty four,
he had a orange bowl filled with candy
actually Snickers to be more exact
He held out his hand
which seemed to be intact
until he saw his thumb,
it was not there,
the old man opened his hand,
and there it was,
I ran off screaming,
and that was the year,
I stopped trick or treating because of my fear,

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I wrote this as a parody to the poem about Paul Reveres famous ride through Boston to warn the Colonist that the British are coming. This is about halloween.