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Online Witch

She flies on her broomstick and enters cables and wires, She hunts down the pure of heart and never tires, We see her pointy black hat on her wicked head, As we live a life online with fear and such dread. Casting her spells of verbal abuse with fervor and joy, Her coven sits around a cauldron with their evil ploy, We gather our sage to burn them away with fire and light, As we prepare to make a stand and put up a good fight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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