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Mischief Day

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So far, it’s been

A disorienting day

When I just miss the counter’s edge

Or don’t

When I spill something

Then spill it again

When I can’t keep a lock

Out of my eye

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I imagine I’ll be stubbing toes

Missing the finale

Locating many things

But what I need

Tomorrow will be Hallowe’en

Maybe the veils are thinning out already

And someone let

The imps through first

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C L Couch

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When we grew up, there was Devil’s Night, the night before Hallowe’en.  I understand it’s Mischief Night as well.

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Photo by Dan Gold on Unsplash

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