The sounds echoed in the night, conveying stories of fright. As zombies walked the street, their phones ablaze with the words they would tweet. Elsas were cloned a million to one, all seeking treats or just having some fun. Yet the cold wind blew through thin gossamer weaves. Meaning goblins needed double their pants and long sleeves. And try as they might as their little teeth chatter, their minds were as one, only candy did matter. So I give unto you my dear readers, a truly heart felt insight, happy Halloween to you all, and to all a good fright.
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HAH! A perfect poem for the second scariest day of the year!