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Trick or treat<\/strong><\/p>\n Throw the dice as to You see the squared hedge first Cross the threshold And then approach the drawbridge It\u2019s always expensive glass And Light warms your face They offer a bucket of homemade candy treats Or something like that anyway<\/p>\n Then the door closes and the penniless November night \u2018Don\u2019t slip on that.\u2019<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n
\nWhether it\u2019s wet leaves or dog shit
\nIt all looks in the same under
\nThe orange lights<\/p>\n
\nThe smooth slate path and
\nTreated black metal spikes on the front railing
\nDoing a good job of keeping out the riff raff<\/p>\n
\nHalf expecting intruder alert floodlights to
\nBathe you\u2026
\nHounds to be released<\/p>\n
\nPress the bell
\nWait for the silhouettes to appear
\nOn the other side of the leaded church glass<\/p>\n
\nNot the frosted shit with wire running through it
\nAnd the head shapes appear
\nSounds of contentment appear<\/p>\n
\nWhile a Log fire
\nAnd too-early-in-the-year mulling spices
\nAre inhaled<\/p>\n
\nTied up with string
\nAnd they smile and hug and take a family portrait<\/p>\n
\nTaps you on the shoulder
\nIt points back over to the shining green-brown pile by the kerb;<\/p>\n