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when the dead walk
in the light of the moon when all is chill
and rotting leaves perfume the sky
when graveyards are empty for ghosts roam the hills
and pumpkins and turnips go walking until
their fire bright faces grin wide as they thrill,
while shrieking their triumphant cries—
on All Hallows Eve all the living should fear—
should shiver and sob through the night.
instead we send children with innocent cheer
to blackmail for candy with painted veneers—
everyone has a mask at the dark of the year—
until the dead fade with dawn’s light.
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