howl!
ghosts and freaks
with stringy black hair
and bad makeup
crossed my path
this Hallowe'en.
some of them were on my team
and threw me off my game.
the cold swirling air
above the ice was filled
with curses
at a flying pass
or wicked shot
that missed the mark.
and later
more curses still because
ghosts and freaks
with stringy black hair
and bad makeup
crossed my path, knocked on my door
and emptied my bowl of nummies.
howl!
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