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This mad magician
Lifted one finger
Ate a frog, burped
Pointed his powers at
me, Witch of the West
And mesmerized,
Cleaning out the kettle
I bowed my head
Mumbled a few words
Of ancient wisdom
Stumbled in the dark
Parked my broom
Next to his flying carpet
I met my musing match
Right then and there
Resistance was inane
- main drops to the river
- rainbow sky high
- third eyes opening-up
Smoking signals into clouds
Allowing fertile rain
About the Creator
Petra Van Geenen
ESL-writer, blogger, poet and published author. Would-be journalist. Devoted member of the writer's community Writing.com.
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