Glenda the Good Witch at the Craps Table
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
Sample poetry by Lenore Weiss
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
An oak roll-top with a locking lever
to keep out snoops,
antique with a brass plate
from George H. Fuller in San Francisco–
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