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TRICK OR TREAT
(An Acrostic)
To tell the truth, at Halloween
Really keen I have never been.
I've lived my life in various places,
Countries where those Pumpkin Faces,
Kids as Ghosts and Witchy creatures,
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Often with very scary features,
Rarely, if ever, knocked the door,
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To say what they were knocking for!
Recently, in the Land of Oz,
Even we've succumbed because
Australians copy other nations,
Taking-over their celebrations.
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Commercialism likes the date
But I fear, with me, it doesn't rate.
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A FANCY
I fancied I saw you standing there!
It was just a passing glance!
I found myself in the self-same spot
But what a different circumstance!
Last year we strolled by the water;
Last year I held your hand;
The future lay before us
Like a route-map we had planned.
Then, suddenly, you left me
Without an explanation!
I was never to know your reasons,
Or your future destination!
Since then, this recurring fancy!
You're forever on my mind.
My eyes are always focussing,
Though they say that love is blind.
I see a certain turn of head,
A shadow on a wall,
And instantly I think 'It's her!'...
But it isn't you at all!
I could swear I saw you on the bridge!
For a second I thought you waved!
But it was just my inward eye
Seeing the love I craved.
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