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[sid] => 23072
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => the witch
[time] => 2003-09-11 15:35:00
[hometext] => just another story.
[bodytext] => Walking through the forest I see an old woman stirring a pot of brewery She looks at me and smiles and asks me to stay awhile Sitting on a log I wait searching my mind for things to say Suddenly she speaks up and says "It's nice to have company, I have no friends..." Asking her why she is all alone I see her face hard as stone "I'm a witch.." she says and calmly stirs "Not too many people would care to bother.." "I'm sorry to hear that." I sadly state "No big deal" she says and patiently waits "What you got cooking?" I ask timidly "Just frog legs and herbs and water...naturally" "Where do you live?" I ask in wonder "Down by the river.... It’s over there yonder" "Are you really a witch?" I simply say "Some would tell you that to this day!!" So here I sit still talking with her when all of a sudden she falls to the earth I run to her aid and there she lies dead "It must be her time," I think.... and with that the story ends! ....... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 31 [informant] => xavier_dt1 [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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