Its that time of year
don’t you hear?
the skeletons are creaking
the ghouls are sneaking
kids are screaming
everyones having fun
even those on the run
from egging a house
creeping silent as a mouse
theres toilet paper in the trees
leaves are blowing in the breeze
witches on their brooms
vampires in your rooms
princesses in disguise
black cats on the rise
you can hunt candy in teams
don’t you love halloweens?

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