Dark is night, night is just right
As I set my broom aside
with a thought so candle bright
My glowing eyes I can’t hide.

On the date of this fall month
I’m allowed to be my self
even eating my best lunch –
can of worm warts on the shelf.

But maybe I’ll surprise them
My witch cousins and witch friend
I’ll knock on doors because I can
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