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Vol. 6

2012©Caroline Doyle

Published by Rainbow Publishing

Smashwords Edition

The Sabbat

For witches it is a holy day,

When respect, to their Gods, they pay,

They all gather in a ring,

Whilst rejoicing, they like to sing,

Some say the devil is their host,

And to his health they do toast,

But it is the seasons they celebrate,

This is all a matter of fate,

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