Thursday, 20 March 2014

More Heresy...

Round about the cauldron go;   
In the poison’d entrails throw.   
Toad, that under cold stone    
Days and nights hast thirty one   
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,   
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.   

     Double, double toil and trouble; 
     Fire burn and cauldron bubble.   

I only have to prep the cauldron, and then get me some putty to fill gaps in the man-bat, and the witch.

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