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Witch's Halloween

They polish their broomsticks and sharpen their hats Catch black little spiders that turn into sacs Howl just like the kittens that turn into cats And Spit at the moonlight that Halloween's spat While crying for supper of your little kids And stirring their cauldrons for flavor and dids I wrote this poem based on one I found on the internet by Lillian Moore. Here is her version of the poem from the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles Poem about THEM THEY polish their broomsticks, sharpen their hats, catch some spiders, feed the bats, try out some yowls with all the cats. THEN witches are ready for YOU KNOW WHEN! -by Lillian Moore

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Date: 10/28/2019 5:23:00 PM
Hello Trevor McLeod, I like your version of this poem. Have a nice evening my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 10/29/2019 7:18:00 AM
Trevor that is a good idea. Darlene. I will be reading your poetry often. Have a nice day my friend.
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 10/28/2019 6:59:00 PM
Thanks Darlene. I'll have to look for the author's name on the internet and add it to her version so people know. Thanks for your kind words Darlene. Trevor

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