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It was the night of halloween
The witch was stirring in a mouse, Adding lizard tails and snake eyes Then she flew right out of her house She flew past a foggy graveyaard The zombies arose from their graves, They all roamed the night as if they were in a daze She flew past goblins, ghouls, and ghosts that were flying through the night sky, Everything that she had flown past was really no longer alive The big bright moon was really full that was glowing shiny white light, She flew past and shrieked really loud "all have a happy halloween and a spooktacular night"
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