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May 2017
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!* (from Mcbeth
by William Shakespeare)

the voodoo doll
and his stuffed soul
jammed, aware
Tis time, 'tis time
pillow stuffing
creepoo muffin
may you enjoy
Tis time, 'tis time
the view of
1000 windows
so you pick one
Tis time, 'tis time
and fly away
dirt head
get the hell. (out)
*Tis time, 'tis time
Raquel E
Written by
Raquel E  F/New York, NY
(F/New York, NY)   
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