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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


Little big eyes
trick and treat,
All Saint’s Eve
and candlelight.

Are you the little
urchin child,
who wrung my heart
when she smiled?

Who ventured out,
her hat askew,
to meet with goblins
just like you?

Then returned
to haunt my door,
laughing when I
screamed in horror.

Now returned
to wring my heart,
though years have
passed within the dark.

And all the candles
in your bag,
are kisses that
you need not beg.

And longing that
again we’ll meet,
on All Saint’s Eve,
trick and treat.

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