Spooky things
Ghosts and withches flying
Pumpkins laughing
Black cats prowlig
Monsters and ghouls lying
In wait for you
Dark and spooky shadows
Haunted feelings
Wierd erie noises
On this evening
Of Halloween
Spooky things
Ghosts and withches flying
Pumpkins laughing
Black cats prowlig
Monsters and ghouls lying
In wait for you
Dark and spooky shadows
Haunted feelings
Wierd erie noises
On this evening
Of Halloween
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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