Some might ascribe some
Supernatural importance to this day
That sees eagles fly for miles in the evening
A spooky day in spooky season
Though not so much as might have been
Were the moon but new or full

From where I sit in open stands
It’s a Friday night like any other
Bright lights shining as the band plays
And there’s always the hope they
Will not suddenly be cut off
No matter what number the day

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