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Here is the poem:

She comes by night, in fearsome flight.
In garments black as pitch,
The queen of doom upon her broom,
The wild and wicked witch,

A cackling crone with brittle bones
And desiccated limbs,
Two evil eyes with warts and sties
And bags about the rims,

A dangling nose, ten twisted toes
And folds of shriveled skin,
Cracked and chipped and crackled lips
That frame a toothless grin.

She hurtles by, she sweeps the sky
And hurls a piercing screech.
As she swoops past, a spell is cast
On all her curses reach.

Take care to hide when the wild witch rides
To shriek her evil spell.
What she may do with a word or two
Is much too grim to tell.
Please help me! This is due tomorrow!
Easy 10 points!