The pumpkin's eyes
are rarely seen
without your visions
imagined dreams
When edges cut
around the eyes
are slots for murder
man grows wise
That all who rate
the pumpkin's smile
are offering fate
a place defiled
Where 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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