For he is superstitious grown of late,
Quite from the main opinion he held once.
Of fantasy, of dreams and ceremonies
William Shakespeare
Superstition ~ my globe
I’ll tell you your worth,
Your past, present and future.
Come my girl it’s me who’ll help,
there’s nothing in the world,
which my globe can’t tell!
~
Abra-ka-dabra,
She performed a spell.
Lighting up the candles,
In the room whole black!
~
Her eyes were closed,
And mine on the door.
I ran furiously,
away from the spell blow!
.~.
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