There’s an imposter

In the coffin

It wasn’t mommy


I was looking at

I was looking at

The devil and


Come to think about it

I’ve never seen so many people

Carrying off flowers


So much lipstick

Too much food

Or TruTV or



Something wicked this way

Something wicked running through the yard



No, just some kid

Come to our door one day early


Though just as small

Face painted by family

And shrieking

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