Deflated dragons
and empty candy wrappers
whisked gutter-bound
all tell the harrowing tale
of Halloween’s ghost unmasked
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November 1 is one of the saddest days for taking a walk in our neighborhood. There are no more adorable costumed children, the candy is gone, the decorations are coming down, and occasional candy wrappers litter the street.
Lovely poignant poem ❤
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