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Hooray, It's Halloween.

With Bats and brooms, and bleeding blooms,
All Hallows Eve is nearing.
The sounds that bump, and things that thump,
Who knows what you are fearing.

With painted face, the candy race,
Starts early on the Eve.
Their costumes proud, and noises loud,
The things they can conceive.

With fear so high, the danger nigh,
Toward worry you will lean.
Knocks at the door, and hearts that soar,
Hooray, It's Halloween.

Gerald A. Worden
September 22, 2003

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