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Witch

WITCH There's no mis-leadin any sane of mind to think a witch is any other kind than one who'll lead you to your fall and never bat an eye at all nor care about one argument you find; there's no good witch, unless she's burnin' fast and leavin to here-after; in the past! and if you think ones' spell is good you've never fully understood, tis from the dark she calls her spells to cast! Her way is vile--she's got the evil eye, and never doubt, if needs be, she can fly; she'll lead you down the primrose path before she lets you know her wrath; by then the harm's been done, and you will cry or maybe even die. © ron wilson aka vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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