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December 8, 2010
I was late to school today. Oh well. I was blamed for my actions, even though it wasn't my fault. It was the Witch's fault. Did I ever tell you of the witch that lives under my bed? The one that steals my shit?

She's evil, vile and wicked.
She's old, moldy and wretched.
She has no morals to abide--
Her heart's cobide
Her face's offside
Oh so, glass-eyed
Is she.

At night, morning or noon;
She takes things like basoons;
And hides them in her secret place
Her little base
Nearby your face
Yes, your headspace--
Your bed.

That's the witch;
A Conniving bitch.