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About
a Witch,
Sandra Johnson.
Cauldrons,
broomsticks, flying through the night,
The only way for you to see is by the candle light.
Chants and runes are parts of her spell,
shes tryin to make everything in her life seem to be so well.
Frogs eyes,and snake tounges,she throws into her pot,
oh my heavens she trys to remember the words but shes forgot.
Luckly on her shelf she has the spell book,
so she decides to pull it off the shelf and take just one
more look.
She finds the words and says them right,
and sends her words out into the night.
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