At the doors
Halloween decapitates the pumpkins
Deforming brutally with the knives
Each turns to a monster, fearsome
With big mouth, ugly eyes!
In same cold he stands, eggplant
At the door with his hands
Holding phone in one and cigarette
In other!
I smile seeing world
How differs
Then laugh at dumbness of,
Sniffers!
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