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She
One moon-bright night,
She left her room
and went for a ride
on her big straw broom.
From up in the sky,
she looked over the town
in search of a man
whom she could bring down.
When I came along,
she drove down from that sky
and made me regret
I ever said, "Hi!"
Unable to love,
she did nag and complain
until I thought I
was always to blame.
One day, I escaped
from that witch in my past,
and mem'ries of her
are fading at last.
Copyright © 1995 Frank Zahn. Published in The Lyric, Volume 104, Number 3, Summer 2024, https://thelyricmagazine.com/current-issue-summer2024/
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