On All Hallow's Eve,
Doth blow the leave,
Bare branches
Bend down to the ground.
Children believe,
And simply conceive,
There's evil
And it's all around.
So pumpkins all lit,
Trick or treat just a bit,
All costumed they
Go through the town.
They face with much wit,
Tell jokes that do fit,
For fun,
It's really quite sound.
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And then it's November
Until cold December,
Times, black,
That we all must pass.
But Catholics remember,
All Saints' Day, each member,
Dark's contrast...
Gold Light of the Mass!
JMJ
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