The Big No

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Spahn Ranch, Los Angeles (from Wikipedia)

 

In 1969

the Sybil came down

from the mountain.

She broke her loom

and burned her book,

took a broom,

then ate the hook.

 

She turned her gown

into a potato sack,

and pawned her crown

for a crooked back.

 

All the while her

locks were swiftly

falling to the ground.

 

Behold a witch –

she’ll drown.

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