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Aug 14, 2007
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Dear Mr Cobel
Two witches sir, no maybe four.
Somehow they’ve made a spell.
And Girdlestone is in it now
Condemn them all to hell.
They’re out to get me, mark my words.
Please save me from this savage plight..
Bewitched my heart and made me ill.
I want them dead or put to flight.
They’re out to get me, hurry now.
They stole my silver spoon.
Perhaps they’ve used it for their herbs.
They’ll kill me very soon.
Four witches sir, no maybe five.
Somehow they’ve made a spell
And Girdlestone is in it now.
Condemn them all to hell.
They’ve set about my brother now.
Bewitched his new machine.
We have no rent, we’ll be turned out.
Please help by any means.
The landlady has been bewitched.
I saw them go and see her.
Such evil cannot be endured,
If one in Christ doth fear.
Six witches sir, no maybe eight.
Somehow they’ve made a spell
And Girdlestone is in it now.
Condemn them all to hell.
They’re after my beloved sir.
Those nasty, evil bitches.
They’re telling lies behind my back
And he believes the witches!
The whole town thinks I’m evil now.
I don’t know how to end it.
God bless you sir, please make a charm.
You know the place to send it.
— purplemoondoll, Aug 14, 2007
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weirdelf
18 years 10 months ago
Really enjoyed this
purplemoondoll
18 years 10 months ago
Mr Cobel
barbsdad2003
18 years 10 months ago
Nicely Done!
barbsdad2003
18 years 10 months ago
I Might Add ...
purplemoondoll
18 years 10 months ago
Thanks Chuck
purplemoondoll
18 years 10 months ago
And
orgami
18 years 10 months ago
what is beloved in the deep of hearts content
Mark
18 years 10 months ago
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