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Baba Yaga!


I am the witch who can't be seen,

And I was born on Halloween!

My own familiar with me sits;

His eyes are golden - merely slits.

I gaze into my crystal ball,

And see the snowflakes as they fall,

Upon the planet dark and grey,

For Summer solstice now I pray.

And when the tarot cards I spy,

I grasp them with a gleeful cry.

Perhaps the future will be told,

When pictures I at last behold.

So do not mock me, for I say,

'You may regret it one fine day,

When spells are cast and witches fly,

Upon their broomsticks in the sky!!'

smiley - birosmiley - birosmiley - biro

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