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The Favorite Holiday


Crisp air pinches my skin.

I'm all dressed up, the night's about to begin.

Anxious and thirsty for adventure, I'm crazed.

Almost hit by a car, but I'm not even phased.

Looking around I don't know where to start.

There will be so much candy, I just might need a cart.

People are already out.

They are walking around and kids are running about.

Superheroes, Super villians, Monsters and Ghouls,

This is the night for holiday fools.

 

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