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Dec 2021
As the wind settled the spell was cast
the moon shone its beam and lite up her past

The wig read her transcripts which lite up his eyes
the evidence looked tampered of which it implies

But the finders ruling was swift as was her fate
Witches are condemned and then burnt at the stake
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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