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ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING
Face of reality torn,
From a book paged everyday drudgery,
The Phantom of the Opera sings;
To a night of masks,
From witches to fairies,
To bones macabre;
Let him write me a broomstick;
For to fly, far out -
Pumpkin viewing, carrying,
Light of star and moon.
ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING © gillena cox 2016

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