My eyes are playing TRICKS on me.

They’re seeing pumpkins in that tree — smirking, grinning, ghoulish faces

perched in all the darkened spaces.

Bats and goblins fill the air and cackling witches screech and glare.

Sticky COBWEBS hanging down, wrap me round without a sound.

I need a full strength magic POTION to stop this eery strange commotion

and safely pass that gnarly tree, whose branches keep on grabbing me.

My shortcut’s turning out to be a bad idea. It’s history!

I’m just out for the treats and fun. It’s time to turn around and ……….


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