Were I A Witch (Of Old) Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Were I A Witch (Of Old)

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Were I a witch (of old)
Then I would fly on my broom
At least over Valletta in the night.

And street by street
With aerial view nocturnal I
Will lower myself to peer
Over the dreamy houses
Scour deserted streets
And alleys strait.

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