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Punkin

See the flicker...can you 
Gourd\'s sideways slice of grin?
Who\'d of thought he\'d turn this way 
Casting such an evil glow 

Who\'d know? 

So innocent in youth..young sprout 
Spreading forth...green leaves 
Absorbing... all the sun bequeaths 
Growing larger..

Underneath 

Perhaps...it\'s due to separation 
Anxiety ..t\'is real
Brothers.. his..in pumpkin patch
Kidnapped...with nare a squeel 

Or...

Could be his dappled color 
Some green...some white...some orange 
Left behind..he\'s grown..these days 
That could explain....

His change ...or

Gutted.. of his decency 
This hollow...soulless shell 
His carven..tortured.. evil face 
All be feared..yet 

All embrace 

All hallow\'s eve