oh what a world, what a world....

there are good witches

and bad

witches.

amber having nothing

on the later.

i''ve known

both.

i've seen the glow

of one,

and the darkness of the other,

the house

landing on her,

with the striped sock

of her foot

sticking out.

i've

heard the angelic voice

of the north,

and

endured the cackling of

the green skinned

witch

of the east.

the one i threw a bucket

of water on.