THE KITCHEN WITCH
The Witch’s charm
She lifts her arm
To stir her potions
A part of her own Coven
They spelt like velvet
So angelic
In her goblet where Herbs
The sounds of birds
The Coven picks up their brooms
And they are gone like mushrooms.
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