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White Witches
The old wild world
Of white witches
Doesn’t always rhyme,
But do you really
Give a damn,
Have you given
Much thought to
The black and white
Side of things,
Before you go off
On racial tangents
And platitudes
This has nothing
To do with that,
It’s about witches baby,
The good and the bad,
Mother earth, dancing naked
In circles under the moon,
Talking cats, herbs and teas,
With the spell she has on me
I sometimes swear she
Might be a witch,
A witch of the warm
And wonderful
Benevolent kind.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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