Ah me, oh woe, but Life is foul
Ma sent me here to wash our knicks
Our vests and blouses and our *kex
But she told me not
Of the fairy hex
Upon this spot.
Soaken
Broken
Drowned
And taken
Though I clutch to any living body
Drain their warmth and wealth
Though I drink their well-being
Yet never can I return to health
*For those not knowing, kex are trousers
crispina kemp 
poor hex
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Fun to write… and to leave it ambiguous
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Oh poor hex. I’ve chosen this picture for my poem too.
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I hesitated to include this photo, but it seems to be popular (does 3 people make it popular? I guess so)
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It’s a beautiful photo
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Ooh, this started lightly and whimsically but it turned very dark 🙂
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Thank you. I like to tease and charm before I close my jaws!
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