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Tell her I said hi. All her to read this little story. Can you share your mom's poem with me?

It's Halloween - the ghouls are out

And there are gruesome things about

Like monsters, creeps, and witches brew

Sometimes a scary graveyard crew

Foggy mist swirls past a spooky moon

Strange creatures lurk in the gloom

If you don't want to lose your head

You'd better stay at home instead...

She just said it's the only poem she's ever wrote

"he's here?" she asked

Impossible to read on my phone with no glasses. I think my arms are going to fall off from typing with my phone an inch from my face.