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Apr 2011
The Old witch,
She howls at a moon
that don't shine down.
With silver rings
And magic things
She can't live down.

She sits in her room
and thinks
"I'm to young to be this old"
Sabrina DLT
Written by
Sabrina DLT  Los Angeles, California
(Los Angeles, California)   
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