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Crisp and longer grows the autumn
night,
Cool winds rustle the leaves of trees, stirring the owl,
The full moon rises high in the sky at twilight,
Thunder roars and lean, black cats yowl as they prowl.
The garden's harvest brought in, corn stalks grow golden in patches,
Leaving pumpkins in fields to await the carving of their scary faces;
While in the sky fly by haggard witches,
As do little ghosts in dimly-lit places.
So get out all your candles, orange and black,
The time is at hand at October's end,
Costumed children parade ecstatically to your front door, not the back,
"Happy Halloween!", greetings to you I send...
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