Duplex With a Hex
Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over onto noisy neighbor’s upper deck.
Neighbor strained to take pix, injuring her neck.
Gawkers I cars had a horrible three-pile-wreck.
Landlord made witch cousins write him a big check.
They painted his car with psychedelic paint fleck.
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