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Seven Little Girls...
Seven little girls went too deep
Into the forest where shadows creep.
They found a path, which was never there
And wandered down without a care
In a clearing they heard a song;
A haunting tune to sing-along
It got right in their flesh & bones
A lullaby of dulcet tones
Within their minds, there grew a cyst
Where danced the oldest, darkest witch
Who humm...
Sunday 4th October 2020 12:21 pm
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