Three Line Lunch: The Eve of All Hallows Eve
Oct 31, 2009
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a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 71
The Eve of All Hallows Eve
The mad scramble before the storage unit closes to extract Halloween.
Thinking how despite ourselves we hurt the ones we love.
But tomorrow we’ll string webs and plant ghosts and party and have fun.
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