all hallows had past
an evening of mild frights
enriched by child's laughter
the trick of the treat
the night end came so soon
a silence fell and all slept
some time passed
I awoke to a cold morn
with the haze of fog outside
a world still sleeping
unstirred in the early hour
I thought and forgot
later I wrote
it was the night previous
my memory visited
in writing this
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