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Mar 2016
Oh, the witches, they cackle;
Oh, the witches, they fly!
Soaring through the starry night sky
With their long cloaks flapping
And their black cats yowling
The witches are a-fly tonight.
this is a really old poem that I wrote almost ten years ago, one of the first real poems I ever wrote. I was trying to think of what to submit for the Cicada magazine monthly contest, and this popped into my head. I don’t know how I still remember all of  it word-for-word. I guess it helps that it’s short, and that it was one of my favorite poems.
I may have already posted this on here, but I don’t remember, so I’m posting it again just in case it isn’t already posted.
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