Enrich
As I dig in this ditch,
The ground spiders make me itch.
'I'm not a ghoul', that is my pitch,
As I long to be a witch.
This graveyard labor makes me twitch,
As the more holes I dig, I will soon be rich.
And as for the universe, I found the stich;
Digging holes is my niche!
Saturday, October 16, 2021
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