OctoberA Poem by Rachel99That time of year again, Where food consumes the streets. No myth is my strain, To not digest the sweets.
Wicked is my mind, I wish to be a skeleton, or better yet " a ghost. I’m aware that I am blind, And trapped " by my candy shell, the most.
The pumpkin watches in fear, As I devour my treats. To keep them down would be queer, So my heart adds another beat. © 2019 Rachel99 |
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Added on April 15, 2019 Last Updated on April 15, 2019 Author
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