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POETRY FROM
SOUM
Did Not See That Coming
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Third generation witch, what a joke!
Nothing through the amber crystal ball
Nil scrying with the amethyst pendulum
Sixth sense clearly slept through it all
Zero tingling's in guts or any nether region
Jeez Atropos, a little warning here!
I'm so getting busted back to neophyte
The Supreme Priestess will not take this well
Might blame it on my fun distraction, maybe
Fun distraction watches my self-talk bemused
I gotta grow me some big ones
Warlock smirks, head back in the bedroom
Oh no my finely formed lover
Mine must be way bigger than yours
This is mum we're talking about
And her super healthy beloved familiar
Just died on my watch!
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THE END
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