Witches, ghosts and goblins,
all dressed up for Halloween.
If you're on the squeamish side,
it's enough to make you scream.
I'm not one for scary things, I've
always been that way. If any of
them, came to my door, I'd keep
them, at bay. I have an aversion,
for those, who dress like this.
They'd scare me half to death.
Now, when I see, anyone dressed
like a witch, a ghost or a goblin, I
have to hold, my breath!
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