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  • A Pumpkinshire Tale

    A Pumpkinshire Tale

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    In the whimsical land of Pumpkinshire, where witches wear gingham gowns,
    And ghosts with gourds for heads parade through haunted towns,
    Beware the mystic Jabbergourd, my friend, its tentacles so warty,
    It prowls the pumpkin patches, stirring up a spooky party.

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    With broomsticks made of candy canes, the witches take to flight,
    Their laughter echoes in the night, as they whirl and twirl with delight,
    Their cauldrons bubbling with pumpkin spice, and spells they cast in rhyme,
    Concocting brews of pumpkin ale, with flavors quite sublime.

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    Ghosts, like wisps of mist, emerge from Jack-o’-lantern’s glow,
    They giggle in the moonlight, putting on a spectral show,
    Their costumes made of spider silk, as they dance in eerie grace,
    And in their gourd-head lanterns, there’s a flicker of a ghostly face.

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    Oh, beware the Jabbergourd, my friend, with eyes so hollow and dark,
    It slumbers in the pumpkin patch, where the witches make their mark,
    But if you cross its path, my friend, you’ll join their spectral spree,
    In the fantastical Pumpkinshire, where nonsense runs wild and free!

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