the witch, riding on her broom
saw only the past in her future
silent goblins and yellow goblins
turning round and round
she switch, hiding in her room
weaves her plane-b for amour
sleepy goblins and hollow goblins
stirring round and round
he watches, her from his room
sticking her pins for pleasure
dead goblins, her fellow goblins
dancing around and round
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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