That Witch Counting Her Spells
that witch counting her spells
counted two hundred and twelvety-nine
of those, onety-one and a bit didn’t work
sixteenty-three, from family, passed down
and eleventeen were fine, the rest
she invented herself under frown and test
that witch counting her spells
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