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she was her own confident witch

she was her own confident witch
never felt a mean hand or switch
played in a sewer or a ditch
leaning into every gulch, glen or glitch

Her left eye had a twitch
She was no kind of snitch
Her boots were made of pitch
She was her own confident witch

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