Who says the spooky season ever truly ends?
Who tells phantoms to stop dragging their chains?
Who says goblins should cease playing their games?
Who tells witches to halt casting their spells?
Who says monsters must quit scaring us all?
Whoever might, tell them the haunt goes on.
Monday, November 3, 2025
Poem "Who Says the Spooky Season Ends?"
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