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If only I could remember the spell for a sandwich…
Come along, darling. The Starbucks is just over the top of this ridge!
Eye of newt, and tongue of frog. Wing of bat, and tail of dog. I’m here on this beach, now help me to see. My final ingredient, the dreaded sand flea!
Lucia stares in dismay as her sandboard sails off into the sky. “Perhaps this is why I should stick with brooms!”
Everybody go surfing…..
Claire P
FAIRHOPE Al
Opps! Wrong spell! I thought I said take me to the place I desired, which was suppose to be my kitchen, not on the beach!
I make this magic stuff look easy.
Monica H.
Stockbridge, Georgia
Hi Count Dracula-
Toasting in the sun on vacation! Wish you were here – midnight fly overs on the beach are to die for!
Best, Witch Hazel
Saundra P.
Henderson, NV
The time has come for the witches dance,and the spooks from far and near, will gather, and make merry, for Halloween is here!
They were right that darn sand get in every where
Yoo-hoo! The Witch’s Ball is over here in the sand trap!
Maybe we should have taken a right
Witches are everywhere, now what would you like me to show you?
Beverly F
Marble Rock, IA
The Witches’ Call by Clive Samson
Come, Witches, Come, on your hithering brooms!
The moreand is dark and still
Over the church and the church yard tombs
To the oakwood under the hill.
Come through the mist and the wandering cloud.
Fly with the Cresent moon.
Come where the witches and warlocks crowd.
Come soon . . .soon!
Leave your room with the shadowy cat.
Your cauldron over the hearth;
Seize your cloak and pointed hat.
Come by the Whitches’ path.
Float from the earth like a flying bird,
Stream through the darkening air,
Come to the sound of our secret word,
Come to the witches’ lair.
Diane P.
Sumter, SC
Abra Cadabra 1 I said SNOW===NOT SAND !
Claudia H Texas
Beach Beauty
Thankfully my broom gave out over the beach
Kim P
Tucson, AZ
What would you find on a haunted beach?
A SAND-WICH!
Jacki C.
Shreve, Ohio
Go to the beach, they said… It’ll be relaxing, they said… Well apparently they’ve never had sand in their boots or tried to keep a hat on in this ocean breeze!
Katie S.
Minnesota
This Hulu dance just isn’t working for me.