Carving pumpkins,
big and round.
Carving them,
on the flat ground. Tearing out their insides too,
I can make the face say boo!
Imagination takes its fall, and I'm just left to clean the skull.
Digging, scrapping, pulling out,
lots of pumpkin guts that smell.
Leftovers go to the gray squirrel,
and he will eat them till he's full.
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