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Poem written for and submitted to "Ghouls and Goblins" poetry contest, Joseph May, sponsor
WITCHES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whispers coil in chimney smoke, Waning moon's thin silver cloak, Weeds cling to graveyard stone, Withered hands on bony knuckles, Warty bumps and elongated nose, Wax drips from candles slow on their alters, black. Woven spells on midnight's breath—
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