Halloween Spoketacular
26. Oct, 2009 
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Doors they move, and gates they hide, Mischiefs that on moon-beams ride Are their deeds, and, by their spells, Love records its oracles. Eery shadows were they then- But to-night they come again; Were we once more but sixteen, Precious would be Halloween. from the poem Hallowe’en by Joel Benton Halloween remains a popular festival [...]
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