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TRICK OR TREAT
Scouring through a ripe cornfield,
we hear the cry of wolves.
In the cold bliss of night,
under a red harvest moon,
we smell fresh blood.Left free to wander at night,
eating pumpkins in the cemetery,
we play cards with the local scare crows.Watching children dressed
as ghouls and goblins,
we forget now
and remember only yesterday.Wrestling in the dry fall leaves,
dreaming of the end of the world,
we return to the deep, cold earth.
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