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Vows
she would swear curses
at adversaries she hated,
enemies got bad scrams,
their prospects down-rated
I'd smile, it seemed a joke,
her mother's just the same,
superstitious nonsense,
some daft witches' game
yet was it really so silly,or
was there something to it?
some victims took poorly,
there was never a minute
free of tragic local news,
some o...
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