
Sunday Whirl Wordle #678
In a realm ghoulish and cold
dead witches of old
wait all year for this night
An eve when wicked tricks
they weave from within their crypt
to cast a spell into the wind
They spin it and twist it
then wrap it around
all witches buried underground
As one they all rise on broomsticks as one
seeking the innocent
to wreck Halloween Fun!
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