The Hunting
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I wrote this poem on Halloween. In the poem the monsters try to seize their chance to hunt the children that are out trick-or-treating. Since the children are dressed up then the monsters can get away with it easily. What they don't know is that there is a hunter that is waiting to hunt them down to save the human children from instant demise.
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