The pumpkins eyes
are rarely seen
without your visions
imagined dreams
Where edges cut
around the eyes
are slots for murder
man grows wise
When all who rate
a pumpkin's smile
will offer fate
a place defiled
For every man
has cuts his own
when going through life
a hallo'd drone
For what is life
but Halloween
When strangers walk
the pumpkin seen
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