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THE WITCH

<Selected ) I saw her picking cowslips. And marked her where she stood. She never knew’ I watched her While hiding in the wood. Her skirt was bright as crimson. And black her steeple hat; Her broomstick lay beside her. I'm very sure of that. Her chin was sharp and pointed. Her eyes were—l don't know. For when she turned towards me I thought it best to go! —Sent in by Myra Martin. Mur it.i.i Street, Tahunanui.

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXIII, 10 June 1939, Page 12

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THE WITCH Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXIII, 10 June 1939, Page 12

THE WITCH Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXIII, 10 June 1939, Page 12