A Lonely Pumpkin

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A huge pumpkin
I watch it sitting on the table
Alone, without eyes or a smile
Waiting for its fateful day

My face becomes a little sad
And worry envelops my soul
There must be another option
For the poor pumpkin

And then I gaze at the knife
Which becomes my magic wand
The pumpkin's face transforms
And finally, the pumpkin smiles

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