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The Watcher

A Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

He watches over his city

High above on the rooftops

Protecting it from the supernatural

Watching out for dark witchcraft

He sits on his ledge

Never once seeming to move

Guarding against evil voodoo

All under the unanimous disguise

Of an inanimate creature made of stone

Never once get appreciation

Never once being honored

For heroic deeds he does

For the protection he gives to the city

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs