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Candy
The long road ahead was only lit with a single light,/
But luckily I had my two crazy friends right in sight./
One a scarecrow, the other a lion, and I the doll./
What did this mischievious night fall have in for us all?//
So on we went ringing doorbells and receiving candy,/
Coming up with ways to keep our night fun and dandy./
We checked out the lighted pumpkins and the numerous dead,/
When we soon noticed a distant, yet, unfamiliar head.//
His attire was eniterly black from head to toe./
His eyes like beady little candy corns;was he a foe?/
His stalker-like ways became known as he approached closer,/
And we ran fast from him not wanting to be stalked, no sir.//
Who was this man? Why was he chasing us? And where was us?/
No sight of my scarecrow or my lion, isn't that jus?/
I cut a corner terrified, scared crazy, and full blown./
I didn't know much at that point except I was alone.//
Then abruptly he came around the corner and we crashed./
I fell down hard to the ground, my body swollen and lashed./
I saw his red smile, almost like twisters, the sweet kind./
I was hungry, forgot everything, and I dind't mind.//
He lent me a hand, a hand covered with sugar crystals./
I was reluctant, but my head blew up with small pistols./
I could hear the sour patch kids calling from his pocket./
Their sounds and smells got so strong and I wanted to stop it.//
Then I froze; that man standing in front of me was now known./
Those scents were familiar and his true colors were now shown./
My own realization of what was happening scared me./
I looked up and no one was there but the scent; where was he?//
My legs began to work and shot me up with abrupt force./
Then once again I was alone, I had to be, of course./
But then I heard my mother call my name once, twice, three times./
She was no where to be seen, the opposite of those mimes.//
Suddenly, water overtook me and I couldn't see./
I opened my wet eyes to see people surrounding me./
"She's awake" they said as I saw candy wraps all gleaming./
Wraps from the candy I was eating; was I just dreaming?//
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