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BROOMSTICK ANOINTING

Slim and genial
And garmot
I came from a village
Far in the East
I have no weapon-
Just my cap
My grand dad's anointing
"Son, now I can let you
Go, knowing you can make
it - You can stand the
Wind", he said
When he let me out
No fears
That way
If you fire me, I fire you!


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