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A torch is placed in
on its fullest beam
to pop my eyes
and scream
Halloween.

A country bumpkin pumpkin pie
a pot of cider to tide me by
and she’ll sit here and sigh
until
I mend my ways

and who knows when their ways
are broke?
this old bloke?
you?
me?
no.
she does though.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.