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In the woods
That
Fateful night
The fog’s damp chill
A
Nippy bite
Holding hands
Oh
So tight
Guided alone
By
Ambient light
Straining to see
With all
Their might
An ethereal form
Of
Mammoth height
At once ahead
Sprang
Into sight
Producing shrieks
Of
Purest fright
Engaging in
Brute hand-to-hand
Fight
Disappearing
Out
Of sight
In the woods
That
Fateful night
Holding hands
Oh
So tight
Out of My Write Mind 
Oh this seems very sinister. I hope the outcome wasn’t tragic. Thanks for joining in Sandy with this scary poem.
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My pleasure.
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Holding hands was the best they could do on such night.
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Yes!!
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A great poem for the month of Halloween! Well done my friend!
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Many thanks, Leigha. I appreciate that!
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You are welcome.
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