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Sep 23. 2026
I sweep through the house on a single long leg, Parked in a corner or hung on a peg. I gather up dust though I haven't a eyes, And fly through the night when a witch takes the skies.
Sep 23. 2026
I sweep through the house on a single long leg, Parked in a corner or hung on a peg. I gather up dust though I haven't a eyes, And fly through the night when a witch takes the skies.