As I look out my
As I look out my window on Haalloween night
Oh, wha a fright?
Te stars above
Ca how me love
The on
Makes me son
Ihave no urniture, as you can seSo I must sit on e loor,t be
Inthi Hunted house
There sn't een a mouse
That runs from roo t room
With or wihout a brom
Am I a witchor a ghost?
Ifyou gussDon'tmakea mess
Ghost
Wihmost!
Authors notes:80 wod contest bypiturea woan sittng on floor inthedarstarin out wndow at strs nd moo no uniure in the room sh' in loks like haunted hose!
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