Folded Thought of the Day:


What dark stranger is stealing through the night?  
Filling all our homes with misery and delight.  
Casting his long shadow down alleys and along building walls.  
Donning the costume of all our closest calls.  

With a pocketful of candy for the kiddies big eyes.  
For they can always see right through his disguise.  
He leads them away along secret garden paths 
Then he returns them to their beds, all neatly wrapped.  

He's boarding up the windows and condemning our past 
Saving all the discarded souls for last.  
He moves here to there and then from there to here, 
He's said to travel upon the edges of our mirrors.

Some say they know him, they've seen him before.  
Others won't make mention, they just lock their doors.  
Only to find, when the morning makes its way, 
All the doors ajar, all the missing pieces gone astray.


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