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Children come knocking on every door,
Expectations demanding more and more,
Sweets and treats don't pay like they did before.
A ghostly sheet rippling on windy nights,
And vampire teeth giving adults the frights,
But bobbin' for apples remains out of sight.
Witches and reapers ring the ding-dong bell,
Trails of candy blood mixed with wild hair gel,
Trick or treat; a fun-filled night spent in hell
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 
Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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