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[bodytext] => The kids planned to cook when mom left for the store. It would be a surprise; they had not cooked before. They heated her caldron; pryed open the lock; On the forbidden spices she kept in a box. Threw in some soup and a pot full of bones. When they added the spices it started to foam! Its tasted so sweet they drank every bit. They never felt better, they had to admit. Their vision improved in swift scary phases; They could see through her books and read all the pages! They looked at their bones, through the walls and the doors; Up through the roof, and straight down through the floor! They faded completely into the walls. Until neither could see the other at all! They held hands and they huddled. What will mom say? Shell think weve been kidnapped, or worse, run away! They crayoned the wall WERE HERE,YOU CANT SEE US! WERE SORRY DEAR MOTHER, WON’T YOU PLEASE FREE US? When she returned the house was a fright. YOU MADE A POTION: AND IT WORKED ALL RIGHT! She splashed flour all over the house everywhere. And her children like ghosts began to appear. She never did fix their childish horseplay. Both are invisible even today. But richer by far thanks to their prank. Mother has taught them how to rob banks. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 93 [topic] => 49 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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