My favorite poem *^*

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It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the...
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billpowerssr:
LOVE this poem, I had never read it. Thank you for sharing it and your BEAUTY :)
robertbluesman:
I'll trade you a limerick: one day Santa's Reindeer named Rudolph... asked his friend Jack the Moose "work my day off?"...  but Jack was a doof! he got stuck on the roof! Now can someone help Santa's Moose Jack off???