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Oct 2016
(Long, long ago,
when people still
believed in witches...)

-To wander
longingly through
the forest in search
of mystery, but
she herself was
a haunted house.
When night comes,
the whole witch chorus
follows anon.
On brooms of blazing
embers they ride,
Jumping out
of Hell-fire.
The wind is hushed,
The stars grow pale
while the black cat cries
to the moon.
It was All Hallow's Eve,
the ancient ones could tell.
Where ghosts haunt their
Until the morning stars sang

(Here, in the forest,
dark and deep,
I offer you
eternal sleep...)
Happy Halloween!!!
Strawberry Shortcake
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Strawberry Shortcake  F/Where the roses wilt
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