Come Halloween, I shall hide behind gravestones
And rattle artificial bones,
And should anyone ask
Why I perform this task
I shall with a blood curdling groan
Confess That I have no bones of my own …
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K Morris - Poet 
A great poem for the season, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.