Cauldron Carrie
Cauldron Carrie with her hair of orange and her tale of spit.
She threw chairs and tables on a regular basis; quite a fit.
The rest of us stayed away, we were terrified of this chit.
She was confident and cocky, not remorseful a bit.
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