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 an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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