The costumed children at my door,
who come to trick or treat.
Each year try to scare me,
which is not an easy feat.
But this year they made terror strike,
afraid I wished to flee.
They made me more than afraid,
when they appeared disguised,
as me.
who come to trick or treat.
Each year try to scare me,
which is not an easy feat.
But this year they made terror strike,
afraid I wished to flee.
They made me more than afraid,
when they appeared disguised,
as me.
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