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OctPoWriMo 1

How could it be that
The start of spooky season
Feels no different

Than each one this year
I’ve been joking it’s still March
It might as well be

That’s some spooky stuff
If all around us the world
Was moving forward

And we were stuck here
While a rotting gourd loitered
In the whitest house

Blabbing the same thing
Not giving us any peace
For six freaking months

The squirrels seem eager
To peck away at pumpkins
Though decorative

At least they promote decay

By Joshua Keiter

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