10/31/2026
“Through the wilds where shadows creep,
Where twisted trees stand dark and deep,
The wind blows cold, the sky turns grey,
It's Halloween, a spooky day!”
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by David Stalling Through the wilds where shadows creep, Where twisted trees stand dark and deep, The wind blows cold, the sky turns grey, It's Halloween, a spooky day! The ghosts come floating through the mist, With icy hands and bones clenched fists, The skeletons dance beneath the moon, While dis...