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On Halloween Hallow the weeny, the great and teeny, that hung for some curvy places before, but feel the sweat and heat come on no more; Go long for them, with red mask and dark spooky cloak, pull on candy until it's broke; Remember then, they were once so much bigger and harder, when the grave wasn't your memories' larder; Sure, that the goods are so rare and too soft, these have long been hardly mumbled whines and complaints, on the frigid and drunken night before All Saint's. Copr. 1999 |
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