The Scarecrow has come for the harvest
Your soul is what he harvests
Then gives each soul to a Jack-o-Lantern
So it comes awake
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Hey diddle diddle Play drums and the fiddle Dance and howl at the moon The old man laughed to see what sport He knows the syn will be up ...
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