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"Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place."
What's this I see;
A goblin behind the tree:
Even more coming down the street;
Guess they all want a treat;
It's the time of year they are seen;
You got it, It's Halloween. XX

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Thank you for visiting and a bat

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Good Morning Sprinkles. xx

Mondays riddle answer was - A Secret.
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Yesterdays again in case you missed it.

To rich and poor we useful are;
And yet for our reward,
By both at last we're thrown away,
Without the least regard.
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Todays is:-

What can fill a room without taking up space?

All answers on my back wall please. xx

Keebler watered the Pumpkin, and spotted a Zombie Field Mouse feeding on the Wild Berries!