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Not Exactly What She Had In Mind

Witchy, with a big fat wart so horrid not a man would court. She could have shed it with a spell, so handsome men would ring her bell. But Witchy's not the sharpest tool. In conjuring, she was the fool. A spell to be craved and adored. She giggled as her magic poured. Now she sits upon a log. Just a big old slimy frog. Toads adore her big fat wart. Droves of them hop by to court. Handsome men, her legs do crave; fried in a pan or microwaved!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/12/2017 12:24:00 PM
Witty and funny. Enjoyed reading.
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Date: 9/8/2017 12:37:00 PM
haha...very humorous Arlene
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