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| Category - Places | | A Poem from the Washington Recollections Collection | | The Witch and The Poet - Viewed 970 Times | David Devaney
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April 04, 2004 |
She plied me with her witches brew,
seduced me with her charms.
Chips and pizza, snicker bars,
set off no fear alarms.
Four bottles large we did consume
and not one drop was lost.
Drinking from two bubble fish,
Three Ninety Nine the cost.
We solved all troubles in the world,
then with the dawn forgot.
Committed to be who we are
the “Witch” and “Poet” lot.
Shed some tears and shared a toast,
spoke of great books and more.
Life ideas were exchanged,
commitments we’d restore.
Then didn’t notice half passed twelve,
or half passed one and two.
This joyful night in Ocean Shores
the Witches got us through.
Creating spells from recipes
and books the goddess made.
‘Twas words of hope that we exchanged
before the night did fade.
Wishes too about this day,
the next one and the next.
The Poet and the Witch prepared
to write life’s perfect text. | | © 2004 David Devaney |
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