I haven't written in a while, but now that Halloween is coming up I think we all need the spirit. I hope this Sleepy Hollow poem does the trick!

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When the corn clover moon resurrects in the sky

the townsmen and women cower inside,

and bolt their doors shut and hold their loves near

as both their hearts shake in perpetual fear.

Now there is not a word on this treacherous eve,

if he hast to hear, then maybe he'll leave!

Alas there is but the sound of wolves, owls, and blustery weather

which creates the creepy antics of the night quite a bit better.

Occasionally within the silence of the night there may seem

to be another poor victim's menacing scream.

Slight gasps and cries may be heard then and there

as the victim is pitied in a moment of despair.

For the Hessian rides on horseback tonight

with his warrior's yell striking terrible fright

and through Sleepy Hollow he strikes heads clean

on this terrible night of our treacherous Halloween!

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