Sharkskin Fandango
Witch in White Sharkskin
They criticize sharkskin as exotic or tacky,
When, in fact, it’s common and fine as warp-knitted wool.
But it gets me reminiscing about what it is I’m missing.
What might possibly fill this dark abyss of mine?
It’s plain that I could sorely use some kind white witching,
That magic you wickedly practice, even just for auld lang syne.
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