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Foggy mists cover the hills, shrouding the trees in a haze. Finches pick at the last of the dried blackberries draping the graying fence.
In the farmer's field, pumpkin vines freeze and blacken, and lo and behold! there sits my jack-o'-lantern just waiting for me to free-up his smile. Down the lane small children shout with glee - It's Halloween!
Original Halloween poems, verses and sayings for you to use on blank cards, notes or
letters, scrapbooks, or classroom posters. Please respect my copyright and
do not use these commercially, or republish them on the web. Thanks!
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