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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