colonial brick streets
pave the way
to the wanderings
of the sugar zombies
pillaging every home for blocks
with the whitest sharpened hungry teeth
empty gum wrappers
fill the porches
pillow cases hunt
like empty pints in berry season
screen doors open through the darkness
Mrs. Blubaugh gives out nickels
hand-stitched hats
and hidden mittens
bats are flying
leaves are falling
Jamie Porter egged the alley
haunted hayrides in the square
go to grandma's
after looting
count the candy
dance about
have a special popcorn ball
twice the size of both your fists
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