Bewitched

 

Her legs,

Magic wands,

Casting spells

That turn me

Into

An idiot.

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Ko-Fi

This Christmas Morn

 

On this Christmas morn 

I await,

As an innocent

But convicted

Condemned man awaits,

The sound of the drum 

Of the hangman. 

I await 

The strike of the clock,

The time to walk 

From my cell

To join my family

For lunch.

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