Sis was a gypsy, I was a sad clown.
With old ragged dress, and britches and junk,
we looked just like fugitives from an old trunk.
As soon as dusk came, we were off to beg treats.
We covered the whole town, up and down the streets.
The people were friendly, we stayed out til late.
Once, we passed some big boys carryin' a gate.
(And I know that it doesn't sound dignified,
but we laughed at an outhouse pushed on its side.)
When we got close to home, we saw hanging there
on a telephone pole, our neighbor's porch chair.
Besides sackfuls of goodies to last for awhile,
we got Hallere'en mem'ries that still make us smile.
- Lillian Arnold Lopez "Pineylore"
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