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Yoona of the Marsh

Fateseer

By Mother CombsPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Outside of a little town

Inside a teeny-tiny cottage

With flowers all around

Lives a woman of unfixed age

Toothless

Penniless

With her sleek, black cat

They set out the welcome mat

Sweeping it clean with her broom

The blossoms are all in full bloom

Perfumey

Rheumy

With blue eyes grown weak

She knows just what you seek

Over the fire sits a pot of tea

Brewed up fresh daily

Satisfied

Bonafide

Such a kindly soul

Friendship is her only goal

Her words are never harsh

Even though money is sparse

Old crone

Ten stone

Patiently she waits

To tell people their fates

Preparing her quaint home

As the cat sits in the brome

fact or fictionFree VerseStream of ConsciousnessFriendship

About the Creator

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