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Poem written in creative writing session with service users

Halloween

Orange sky like pumpkin pie,

I listened carefully and heard a cry,

Up above,

A trace of blood dripping from a ghoulish hood,

For one second I held my breath,

Anticipating a grisly death,

But out he walked all bold and black,

With what appeared to be a knife about to hack,

But when I looked I realised that it wasn’t that drastic,

For the knife he was holding appeared to be plastic!

Creative writing session Oct 2013

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