October
November 8, 2017
I like the way the trees look down kindly at me
I like how the word October looks
I like the Halloween feels
I spy with my little eyes
stains of orange, yellow and red
I like the chills and thrills of Hallows Eve
Wish that I could be as scary as lions and tigers and bears
Everyday, all year
let me dress how I feel
a monster, a witch, a ghost
ugly, freakish, and weird
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