Jack-O-Lanterns

Kingdoms of the earth, sing to God, praise the Lord.
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The pumpkins are plunked in happiness.

They cannot keep quiet

in all their globed orangeness.

They have been in a ruckus the long day, 

while the sun slipped down

taking all its' plump, brilliant hue,

like a bright seed,

into the furrow of night,

where the end is a beginning

before the candles are lit,

and the yellow, crooked smiles

crouch bright.