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This week's word on Sunday Scribblings is Scary
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I’m a little bit wary
of things that are scary
of ghoolies and ghosties and things
The ultimate fright
is a bump in the night
and a certain old lady with wings.

She’s Mary the Fairy
she’s haggard and hairy
and wizened and wrinkled and smells
She’s not like the others
She’s got seven brothers
who make her cast unpleasant spells

With a wave of her wand
kids fall in the pond
and they trip and they skid and they fall
Her brothers just giggle
when her nose does a wiggle
and lets out the air from their ball.

I’m hoping one day
that she’ll fly away

with her brothers her potions and things
There’ll be one less thing scary
when Mary the Fairy
takes off with a flap of her wings

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