Hung from a tree by my neighbor's house.
It had a leaf-stuffed nous and bulgy shirt,
And a blemished up grappling and bloodstained mouth.
When I went for trick-or-treats,
The ornamentation Negro swung in the wind.
I ran terrified to my neighbor's door,
And then hastily ran out again.
Than night, I woke from a broken dream;
The ornamentation Negro stood at my door,
Held discover his activity for trick-or-treats,
Then disintegrated on the floor.
The incoming period the ornamentation Negro was gone,
No individual there in my neighbor's tree,
But there in the crossway of my neighbor's yard,
A memorial with the letters R.I.P.
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