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About This Poem
Witch's Elixir
On a beaten path
There sits a great cauldron
With a witch stirring
She puts a wing of bat
Into her dark mixture
The elixir boils
She dips her vial inside
To gather a spell
She drinks the liquid
It turns her to a dragon
A fierce red one
That breathes horrible fire
And has sharp pointed horns
Perfect enemy
To all those innocent
She strikes a blow
Russell Sivey
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