April Humason (Fort Worth, Texas)
It was certainly untold to me that I was too old to trick-or-treat but on this frightful Halloween when I was just thirteen there was no candy isn't this just dandy. As I sit in my bedroom without a costume on All Hallows' Eve I imagined having a party. I could just look like a ghost and host I will even make a toast to the most wicked of them all. Some sweets was all I wanted for my eats but you won't even let me be a mouse and sneak to your house. So on this Halloween I will not be sweet and give a treat to any trick-or-treaters at my door.
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