Warts For Sale
"WARTS FOR SALE WARTS FOR SALE" YELLED THE WITCH ON BROOM IMPALE
AS SHE BREWED HER FINGER NAIL HER EYES WENT RED AND MISTY PALE
THE MOON LIKE A BLACK BALLOON YELLED, "ITS OVER ! ALL TOO SOON"
ANDTHE WITCH YELLED, "WARTS FOR SALE ! WARTS FOR SALE ! CHECK YOUR MAILBOX, YOU GOT MAIL ! "
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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