I encounter the first dear little witch, with her arm around me giving me good advice of "Life is more fun, when you don't keep score!"
We encountered the place fulled with children, schools were there with their classes, with the chaperone's of mothers, they were going to every shop and getting a paper signed, when they got it filled, they could take to the pastry shop and get two dollars off for a goodies.
This old witch was riding high over head on her bicycle ,I wonder where she is off to.
This old witch was handing out hot dogs, this little girl was telling her mom, "She has frogs."
I loved this old witch a charmer. Some people no matter how old they get never lose their beauty, they merely move it from their face into their hearts.
They had all kinds of witches hats to sell, there is Purple Polly down there. Rita holding hands with, tired out Sue.
See the big spider lurking in the top of the roof. It takes about ten years to get use to how old your now. Big nose Hattie, tells me old folks don't mind suffering in silence as long as everyone else knows about it.
The older you get, the more important it is not to act your age, Rita is have a good try at it.
Oh, the webs of life we create for our self's. October is one of my favorite month.
October's pumpkins are the flaming torches lighting the way to winter.
Some of the master pieces we were able to make in our Relief Society this month special meeting.
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