Can light be firm?
Can yellowed, ray,
Cut through darkness,
Like a blade to clay?
Or does the black of night,
Like the deepest well,
Soak up light,
A sponge of hell,
Drawing down, from up above,
To infinity.

Let there be fear and fright galore,
When I respond and open the door,
To see the children, that I greet,
Saying to me their, "Trick or Treat".

I planted some bulbs, it was yesterday
Of Bluebells, that will brighten the day
When the beginning of a new Spring,
Will bring beauty, that will make me sing.

Put down your phone and the remote,
It will soon be time to vote.
So pick up your pen or a pencil will do,
And vote your preference, which may be blue,
Or red, it that is what you choose,
But please vote for the one's not to lose.
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