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ABBRACADAB-BRUH
She throws mudras like gang signs
She got a tulpa on the sidelines
Her familiar is a geranium
Mad spells fill her cranium
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She got a wand but no holster
Lighting botanica candles to bolster
The sparkling forces of good
'Cause she's the Witch of the Hood
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