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the urban witch
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2016-12-12
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a little girl climbs up the steps to my house
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her head full of words and her hand full of flowers
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hastily arranged into a bouquet
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today is the day
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she knocks on my door
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"can I come inside for a minute?"
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her hair is waving in the wind
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so I say yes and let her in
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there are flowers on her dress
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hand-stitched by her grandmother
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her eyes are dry from the long walk
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water cures almost all
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"why ever did you come to visit me,
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the urban witch from the city?
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this place is asleep
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and not even I can wake it up."
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she looks up through full lashes
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"Christmas is fast approaching
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and I need a present for mommy
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for she has been sick all these years."
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I show her to my shelf
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and let her pick out a box
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gold and trimmed with gaudy ribbons
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her mother will love it
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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