When the cold wind blows
We all know
That the spookiest day of the year
Is very near
From the pumpkin heads going "plop"
To people losing their heads
We all know what the future foreholds
Like a ghost whispering in the wind "shh...shh"
The season we all love comes back again
We welcome the season
Like a mother welcomes her child home
From costumes to candy
And everything in between
We all love and know
The meaning of halloween
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Short poems
PoetryI don't know when this will be completed I just know I'm going to be writing whenever a strong emotion hits. The poems will not be a specific gener its just a combination of everything together
