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About This Poem
Witch and Her Mansion
There are glowing pumpkins that take their watch
To guard the witch’s mansion, haunted and all
She loves ghosts that wander, those she can’t catch
Her spells increase within the fence that’s tall
No one dares to enter these gates that latch
For doom comes when you’re up against the wall
Black cats purr at the witch’s dark pointed feet
This house’s eerie at the end of my street
Russell Sivey
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