The poet John Greenleaf Whittier, who was born in 1807, wrote in "The Pumpkin" (1850):
Oh!—fruit loved of boyhood!—the old days recalling,
When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!
When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin,
Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!
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Good pumpkins. Wish we had been there but after last year's carving accident is it just as well that I stay away from knives.
Ok, let me guess, clockwise from the top: Dan, Philip, Tiffany, Joe, Kate, and Mark in the middle?
Nice job vegetable mutilators.
Nice try John, not even close! Dan carved the top two...and then ya, I guess you got the rest. P. Dude has no Halloween spirit, and we all know it. Instead of carving that damn gourd I wanted to take it outside and kick the hell out of it...Instead Dan carved the Grim Reaper.
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