The Journey

Enter to the began the journey.

Through these gates.

 

On the Road less taken.

 

Doesn't matter how you get there as long as you're armed.

 

With something.


Even an old Tommy Gun.

 

Even the old kitemaker
can't be trusted.

 

Enter to the began the journey.
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Through these gates.

 

When you Enter the village through a field of pink grass.

 

Beware!

The village. Watch where you step.

 

For you might step on.

It might be on a pumpkin.

 

For tis the season.

To celebrate before the tricksters arrive.

 

And the girl with the tommy laughs and says, Happy Halloween.

 

Nice thread, Bill.

One time on Halloween in elementary school we all brought our costumes, dressed up, and took a journey around the outside of the school building. A parade, so to speak, without a band. I don't remember doing it twice.

 

This reminds me to start planning what our Thanksgiving dinner is going to be.

 

Sentimental Journey - Doris Day