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About This Poem
Ingredients
What does she store
In those terrible jars
Above the fireplace
They look to have crazy things
Like spider and newt eyes
What ingredients
Does she still keep around
What spells are they for
I would hate to fall
Victim to one of her curses
Turning me into a newt
This dark curse would truly hurt
Taking me down into the ground
Falling helplessly
Into a big pile of goo
Nothing but newt eyes
Russell Sivey
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