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 Under The Ocean Bank Childrens Poetry 3/19/2016
 Playing In The Sand Childrens Poetry 3/27/2014
 Baby Boy Childrens Poetry 10/14/2016
 They Are Too Mean Childrens Poetry 12/28/2013
 Audrey And The Deer Childrens Poetry 7/6/2016
 Look Under Your Bed Childrens Poetry 12/28/2013
 She Stands In The Window Childrens Poetry 7/28/2018
 The Indian Hunter Tale Cowboy Poems 7/28/2018
 The Drifter Cowboy Poems 3/18/2017
 Billy The Kid Cowboy Poems 3/21/2016
 The Tumble Weed Tale Cowboy Poems 11/7/2016
 One More Week To Go Current Events 10/31/2016
 When Death Came To Town Dark Poetry 3/10/2014
 The Demon Dark Poetry 10/19/2016
 Up By The Hill Dark Poetry 4/3/2014
 Pedophile Pedophile Dark Poetry 1/12/2014
 The Birdman Dedications 4/11/2017
 The Coal Train Dedications 6/10/2017
 This Ancient Land Dedications 8/26/2016
 Freedom Aint Free Dedications 10/9/2016
 The Sniper Dedications 6/25/2017
 This Memorial Day Dedications 5/29/2017
 The Coal Miner Dedications 5/18/2017
 Just A Baby Dedications 8/25/2017
 The Fight Of Her Life Dedications 8/27/2017
 The Coal Miners Life Dedications 10/9/2017
 Merle Haggard Dedications 8/19/2018
 He Stands His Ground Dedications 8/17/2018
 He's Just A Soldier Dedications 11/11/2016
 Sitting In The Nursing Home Dedications 10/31/2015
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Under The Ocean Bank

Under The Ocean Bank

Under the ocean bank
Along the sea shore
There lives a tiny witch
Who's lived there forevermore

She eats the clams
The turtles and the fish
But it's the little children
That are her favorite dish

She stirs her pot
Until the meat is so tender
Then her and her cat eats
As if it came from a blender

She's lived there for years
Watching with a stare so cold
Waiting for her next victim
She hopes they're not so bold

She stirs in her pot
Trying to make a magic brew
To draw in new victims
The next one could be me or you

So, watch out for those caves
Along those ocean banks
Who knows? with this warning
It might be me you'll thank

Written 3/16/2016 by Norman Hale Jr.

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