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A poem of the children of All Hallow's Eve |
| 16 lines All Hallow’s Eve Is approaching And I don’t know what To do It’s the night all the kids Come out To visit me And you. Candy in abundance I say, Is what they hope To have When their heads hit The pillows To take them to Dreamland. Upon waking The next morning, Reminded of what They have The kids erupt Victorious And All Saint’s Day Is rad. They pull out Two pieces, Not one, not three, But two, And put them in Their lunch bags To save to eat At noon. |