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Sleepy HalloweenJack-O-Lanterns on the porches, smilin’ just like orange skullsAs Dan drove that midnight highway, he could feel his pounding pulseHe turned left for his appointment, out on Cemetary LaneLeaves-a-blowin’ cross his high beams, burnin’ red as Hades flamesBut girls n boys in that holler, were enjoying candy dreamsSlipping to a peaceful slumber, on a sleepy HalloweenHe gave no heed to the legend, that’d sprung up ‘round these parts‘bout a headless midnight biker, haunting backroads after darkSome said he’s a state patrolman, reaping what black sin had sowedLookin’ for the bad moonshiner, who ran his bike off the roadWell, the stop sign on that old lane, was sharp as a guillotineBlank eyes staring from a helmet, on the last sleepy HalloweenBut Dan wasn’t superstitious, and the sheriff had been boughtSo that night he’d make a killing, there’s no way that he’d get caughtThen he saw a headless biker, ride out from the cold tombstonesAnd he held a lawman’s helmet, in a left hand made of bonesDan rolled his rusty pick-up, and moonshine burns like keroseneHell reached up with fiery fingers, on a sleepy HalloweenAnd the drunken old caretaker, who was sweepin’ out a tombWasn’t sure if what he witnessed, was the sharp machete moonCos that rider hit the blacktop, with a long blade in his fistHe chopped at something in the fire, and then vanished in the mistHead on the shoulder of the lane, the caretaker heard it screamAnd that biker was seen no more, after a sleepy Halloween©2007 Robert George