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Mischief |
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Deep in the cold of winter, Or in the dead of night. Mystical creatures come to play, To give you such a fright. |
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Mischievous is their spirit, Pranksters one and all. It is their joy when havoc reigns, They exist to hear its call. |
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Spooks and goblins, imps and sprites, Brothers in their realm. Their antics, jokes and tricks abound, Their laughter overwhelms. |
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As summertime or daylight dawns, Return to halcyon days. Yet on this Earth, somewhere is night.... They continue their devilish ways. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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