She was beautiful
with lovely blond locks,
She said I'm a white witch,
I thought she was crazy
with her long flown frocks,
She told me my future
with cards
and I laughed at the death card
as it was turned over
for the fourth time.
she had eyes that made
jewls jealous,
and stories of successful
spells she would tell us,
like the time she did
a spell for her mum to
win money and she did...
she was pretty crazy,
but she made me smile.
A contest entry
- Witches by Voodoo Eyes.
900 points, ended July 3, 18 entries
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Comments
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Very Nice
Flows very well and I like it!
Good Job!
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well thank you, take care
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Koolness
I have known ones like her, but only in my dreams.
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thank you
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I don't know if I understand the point of the this piece, but that's the great thing about poetry, it doesn't have to make sense to everyone. It's well written though. Nice job.
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