Three Teen Witches
three teen witches skipped into our little hamlet
Trying to catch them were my cousins Brett and Chet
The witches disappeared before their faces I guess
They spoke of it for years, said my cousin, Tess.
Did you see them too? I asked Tess, hopefully.
I was across the square, you can’t swear by me.
How did they know they were witches? I asked her.
Pointed hats, broomsticks, and they could disappear.
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