But, A Witch She Was/ Poem for 15/10/2019

Motherhood - craved her pounding heart, But, a witch she was- with a dried up tart.Have you heard of a grumpy witch,Who lives to the north of the lonely road,The road was thorny and desolate,None dared take it long and broad.Motherhood - craved her pounding heart, But, a witch she was- with a dried up... Continue Reading →

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