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Sheba
Sheba parked her cauldron next to the December moon
Her ingredients were safely secured by her velvet pouch
She took out the matches and lit the candles,
A cool breeze lifted her ruffled sleeves
This was the hallow night of the Sabian solstice
Other witches were sequestered in the woods
Together their conjuring should bring the faerie sorcerer
Sheba felt the Celtic energy of her sisters
When she had finished her potion, she heard chanting
It began east, but was now heard on every side of her
Sheba watched the center of the meadow
Knowing their wishes would be fulfilled
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Caren Krutsinger
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