The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,In pumpkin shades outlined in gold,Illuminating eerie forms,Unnatural as a candied corn.Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,For 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
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