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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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