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Looked In a Mud Puddle

Looked in a mud puddle and saw a witch. She laughed at me. The mean ‘ole crone. I was not happy certainly not amused. Her eyes were as dark as a cave without light. She crooked her finger and tried to speak. I ran as if bowels of hell were waiting. Hair stood straight up as I heard her witch cackles.

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Date: 5/11/2020 10:46:00 AM
You ran and never looked back... :) Nicely written... Stay safe!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/12/2020 4:47:00 PM
I always do.
Date: 5/10/2020 9:02:00 PM
Th's one's for 'Muddy Waters' ~ Bluesman
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/12/2020 4:47:00 PM
Thank you so much
Date: 5/10/2020 10:30:00 AM
Giggles! Bowels are the kinda thing you run for ;), xomo
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/10/2020 10:47:00 AM
I enjoyed writing this one.
Date: 5/10/2020 10:08:00 AM
Oh such an awful experience...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/10/2020 10:47:00 AM
Thank you Silent One.

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