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Midnight In The Park

The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park

by Jemia
Written by missjem56 (Jemia de Blondeville)
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