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Halloween Night
The sunshine disappears and says goodbye
The night approaches, lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
Pictures are taken, cameras are flashing
Little children’s fake vampire teeth are gnashing
Pulling and stretching colorful striped tights
Meanwhile, outside, flicking on porch lights
Children running out and being called back in
For finishing touches, adjusting that last fin
Big paper bags ready, yet already crumpled
Making sure one last time that the costumes aren’t rumpled
Finally all is ready! Everything is done
The trick or treat-ers all break out in a run
The first house in view, the porch lights are on!
Running to the door, across the green lawn!
Caramel! Whoppers! Hersheys and Kit-kats!
Ghosts, Ghouls, G.I. Jos, Fairies and Black Cats!
Pumpkins are carved, and Jack-o-lanterns are hung
The elderly wait on the street, and waiting by the door, the young
Bags held out eagerly, princesses practically drooling
The full moon is high tonight, wild imaginations it’s fueling
Werewolves give Frankensteins hearty high-fives
For all the candy has been collected, and back at their houses they arrive
Full of candy, almost sick, yet happily content
All the night’s energy has already been spent
Impatiently waiting for the year to go ‘round
Back to that coming night, when the sunshine disappears without a sound.
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