i was born different
in a tinge of green
with sniping teeth
cutting my own words
i grew up to be weird
thinking whys and hows
instead of learning lessons
i ought to hv had played !
i left all whom i knew
to save them from harm,
i feared...i could bring,
i did not explain, why
alone on a broomstick
i now chase the ghosts
with a flying monkey, a wolf ,a book of spells
and the cold winds
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