Patricia and Lady Fidget Live Is SW Ontario Canada.1 hour, 10 minutes ago
"Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place."
What's this I see;
A goblin behind the tree:
Even more coming down the street;
Guess they all want a treat;
It's the time of year they are seen;
You got it, It's Halloween. XX
Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,
Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
The vines below have lost their purple grace,
And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
And moaning gusts make desolate all the place."
What's this I see;
A goblin behind the tree:
Even more coming down the street;
Guess they all want a treat;
It's the time of year they are seen;
You got it, It's Halloween. XX
