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glad he had transmogrified himself
Wizard sat quietly without a word
Listening to the huddle of a witch named Bird
She had big plans that included him.
He’s a sneaky wizard, she said, old T. Jim.
Old T was enjoying the view, and the spying.
He could hear all of their plots, only half trying.
Glad he had transmogrified himself, he hopped away.
Planning his own surprise for the witch hags that day.
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Caren Krutsinger
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