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Halloween at last has come,
Spirits are no longer glum! Jack-O-Lantern on the porch, Glowing with a single torch: Pumpkin carved with gruesome face, Grimace frozen in its place, Eyes aglow with ghoulish blaze, Capturing the children's gaze. Trick-or-treaters, here and there, Dare to brave Jack's burning stare. After they and pumpkin meet, Their reward: A candied treat! Gleefully away they go, Guided by Jack's eerie glow. Dawn dispels Jack's ghastly light, Halloween has fled the night! Once his torch had brightly burned, Jack-O-Lantern now is spurned. Once this pumpkin's life had meant Costumed children's merriment, Now his use has waned away. Left to rot, this castaway, Jack-O-Lantern by the can Is a garbage partisan, Pumpkin top of blackened soot By his face where it was put. Halloween away has fled, Jack-O-Lantern, oh how dead!
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