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WICKEDVILLE

Voice of spells and havoc A broom that takes flight Observation sight All delight Turmoil with no Lestoil Devil Witch Fine body twitch Several magical powers at her disposal Beckoning calls in spell transcends A witch with no end Never pretends A Wicked Witch In the air a Witch who lurks Progressing her own perks One spell causing dilemma Broom forward ride The Witch taking it all in her stride.

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