When the frost has touched the pumpkin, and the corn has all turned brown, and the ducks and geese all head south like tourists leaving town. You know it's time once again for the day called Halloween.... and a night for the witches on their brooms and scary faces that look mean !!! It's time for knocks upon your door with little hands stretched out, and to disappoint their little hearts would make them want to pout. So, drop a "goodie" in their sack and make the bad spook smile... 'tho you can't see it 'neath the mask I am sure it is there for a little while ! ! ! Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
I think the poem is "self-explanatory".......
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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