Sunday, October 28, 2007
Trick or treat:
it gets dark early
and the evening is cold.
Gangs of kids move down the street
with a parent often in tow.
It is a fashion show
of sorts, of the latest
with the oddball kid in each gang,
either too lazy or too poor
for a costume of her own.
Trick or treat, they say,
as the door is opened, and
ah, shucks, we don't want apples,
a moment later.
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