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Sat here writing,

drinking a brew;

weaving words,

for a poem, or two.

 

Feel my craft,

a magical spell,

casting its net,

as you sample my hell.

 

I’ll spin you a line,

to make you feel good,

a twist at the end,

to chill the blood.

 

© Friday Night 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm