celibate cauldron awaiting lechery
eager flames taunting the big pot
succumbing woods severing their sanity
enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws
drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried
trio Hags before a nagging cave
trickled steps as they sang and raved
round the big pot, invoking the craved
straying shavers sans dread
blew their joy, tossing heads
till fate bought them to sell
blown joy met severed zeal
trio Hags baked trio kids.
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