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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 dove 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. Accepted for publication in The Lyric, Forthcoming in the Fall 2024 Issue.

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