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I wrote this near the Halloween period. I was thinking of ghouls and stuff, something random. Hope you like!
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The hills in autumn are hawk-colored. / The wind flaps and screeches through dry straw, / burlap and denim wait to be stuffed and faces paiby celestialpie 112 words, 4 comments, on Sep 4 2:04 PM. In Contemporary, Free verse, Life, Nature, Spiritual, Halloween
