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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 machi