I know you are,
and I saw what you did.
Little sunflowers
...
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe
falls against my neck.
It severs me, and darkly my blood drips
...
Thank you for your usual nasty, stinky, crabby selves.
I wrote fabulous poetry because you two are evil elves.
Too bad we can't keep both of you up on the shelves.
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It was the night before Samhain.
I had plans for the big night,
So I wanted to sleep in.
Deep in sleep as my head hit my pillow,
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