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My First Hex Sonnetta Sweet Angel Jessica and Sonnetta the Witch She lived far away from the village below Deep in the woods, high up in the sky Where mountain mists flutter on by She was an old skinny lady of a strange persona There were rumors in the village center That she was witch who called herself Sonnetta The children all cowered around mother’s legs When Sonnetta would come to trade her herbal dregs It was said she could turn people to frogs Her brews could make men tremble and shiver like dogs She carried a wand disguised as cane Her wrinkled old nose told you she was surely not vain She cooked her potions in pots, as some have said Shed wasn’t afraid to cook a poor child’s head Smiles were never seen on the old witches face Villagers looked at her in utter disgrace So when a child of tiny proportions Was born with life threatening ill distortions They hid her from the witch and her evil spells Need be they’d hide the poor child in the village well Sadly the child was slipping away The underworld was preparing her a bed The villagers and family, distraught and with dread The tears of a mother flowed thinking child was dead Sonnetta was in the forest so deep, Contemplating life’s horrors and secretly she’d weep For no child should leave the world this way What could she do, with the villagers she held no sway So she focused her herbs and potions and spells To inspire her mind to conquer and quell Her heart was bleeding for the child so blue She knew that her magic this time might not do In the black of night, as the clock struck twelve She recited a hex and hoped, time would tell By the morning of sun rise, the old witch new In her dreams the child thanked her, and blessed her too Child's health restored, her smile so new This little girl saw the light and she knew The villagers had no idea the hex that cured This little girl one day, would tell her tail High in the black forest, where miracles grow Dedicated to Jessica, her sister and brother, three angels with smiles that reach to the heavens. Today they sang me a song; tomorrow I am sure they will change the world. A controversial topic for sure, however I will post a link, and regardless of your views, any time we save a child, well, I hope tiss not only I with tears. Thank you Dr Sabba http://coalitionmd.org/en/plea-from-a-child-to-the-king-of-belgium-stop-child-euthanasia-video-by-coalitionmd/ scroll down to youtube video

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Date: 8/26/2015 7:03:00 PM
An enchanting and compelling story Arthur. Hugs
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Date: 8/24/2015 8:52:00 PM
gotta come back for this one!!
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Date: 8/24/2015 4:38:00 PM
you weave a magical tale with your wonderful words Arthur:-) Also, I am so glad you are not afraid to tackle subjects that are controversial!!! :-) hugs jan xx 7
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Date: 8/24/2015 7:57:00 AM
Wow...wow..you are a fantastic story teller! hugs xx
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Date: 8/24/2015 5:18:00 AM
A very fascinating and well-contacted story with vivid images, dear Arthur! A seven!
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