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This collection encapsulates the creepy and the cozy that come with November. Poems of bones, bugs, florals, folklore, and the dangers of the wood.
Listen closely and do not peep,
Then you’ll hear the spiders weep.
After the day and moonlight’s smile,
Watch the trees and wait a while.
And when you're there all alone,
You’ll find yourself all on your own.
Clear the webs, don’t let them seep,
Find all the things you wish to keep.
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