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The Witch House

 

There’s a witch house in my village

I’ve seen it through the trees

 

It’s drab olive green in colour

And makes me tremble in my knees

 

It has two tall brick chimneys

And a diamond-patterned roof of slate

 

It bothers me so to look at it

On school days I’m often late!

 

I must walk past singing cheerful songs

To keep fears from my head

 

But often at night I remember it

When I’m tucked up safe in bed.

Julie Thorndyke

 

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