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    October 27

    For Halloween 09 - The witches from Macbeth

    Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd

    Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined

    Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time."

    Round about the cauldron go;
    In the poison'd entrails throw.
    Toad, that under cold stone
    Days and nights has thirty-one
    Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
    Boil thou first i' the charmed pot

    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

    Fillet of a fenny snake,
    In the cauldron boil and bake;
    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
    Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
    Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
    For a charm of powerful trouble,
    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

    Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
    Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
    Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
    Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
    Liver of blaspheming Jew,
    Gall of goat, and slips of yew
    Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
    Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
    Finger of birth-strangled babe
    Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
    Make the gruel thick and slab.
    Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
    For the ingredients of our cauldron.

    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

    Cool it with a baboon's blood,
    Then the charm is firm and good.

    By the pricking of my thumbs,
    Something wicked this way comes.

     

    I hope you're suitably scared... lol xxx

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    هلا وغلا حياتي ممكن نتعرف
    Oct. 30
    Michelle R xwrote:
    Where Danger looms
    By RL Irving

    When the darkness falls and danger looms,
    werewolves howl at shiny moons
    Dogs run scared and bats take flight,
    flying off to the still of night
    You're walking down deserted streets,
    not knowing yet the things you'll meet
    Whispers echo from every door,
    begging you to come no more
    Footsteps heard on the steps of stairs,
    taunting you with stench filled air
    You start to run, you try to escape,
    your heart and breaths just can't keep pace

    You run through the streets, screaming in fright,
    but no one hears you this Halloween night
    Then suddenly, through the mist filled air,
    a shape appears with long grey hair
    A woman with a crystal ball,
    where lightening flashes through it all
    Beckoning with her toothless grin,
    "Come closer now" and look within
    A tiny movement, a careless act,
    will take you where you can't come back
    But the beauty of the ball wins out,
    you move closer now with stinging doubts
    Forgetting the danger you look inside,
    revealing the secrets it strains to hide


    The paperboys scream "Man found dead"
    working all day, their feet like lead
    The woman listens with a knowing grin,
    the secret she holds close within
    Waiting for the next full moon,
    she walks the streets where danger looms
    Humming a song no one can hear,
    she clutches a ball she holds so dear.
    Oct. 28

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