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Hello Halloween, another year has come between
You & I & all of the things that we have both seen.
The plastic fantastic & the terribly drastic
With everything in-between that's now seen as past it
Has become the raison d'être for those still in credit.
But I nostalgically rhyme of a time when chips were
Served with fish & not intrinsically part of machines
That answer my phone, order goods & infect my dreams.
Oh, how I long for those days of red phone call-boxes
When massive shopping centres were still verdant copses
& just crossing the road was not dicing with death.
Yes, it was so much less complex in those days of yore
& compared to today it must have all been a bore!
Just how did we survive all those winters before?
So, goodbye Halloween, it's been fun on the scene
& I'll see you again & again I'll vent spleen.