It's Late October...
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It's late October.
It has been such a grey day.
It's now getting late,
And the witching hour will soon
Creep upon us all.
This lonely road seems endless.
The ghostly voice of
Rain whispers among the leaves.
The wind begins to
Die; only darkness prevails
Will we make it home?
We are so tired and afraid!
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