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All Saints’ Day

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woman with a skeleton body paint holding flowers

All Saints’ Day

& here was me thinking Halloween
was trick and treating –

knocking on doors – hey, the light’s on!

I know it’s pitch black & a full moon:
I’m dressed as a devil with horns

but why not answer your door to a child?
On to the next

house & on the step,
is a weird grinning pumpkin shrivelled –
melted by a solitary candlelight.

Rest in power my Saints’.

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