Salem’s truth will never be known
07-10-2012
Jonathan
Her body washed up on Salem’s shore
The investigator closed the door
No clothes, no wrinkles, no abrasions
The police had their reservations
There was no identification
The examiner shook his head
Couldn’t believe what he said
The body is cold
the body is old
A few hundred years old
Maybe a witch who spoke too bold
Double Double toil and trouble
Thy water is starting to bubble
Bring her forth
If need be, bring her by force
Yee needs to withstand the boiling skin
If not, she has sinned
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I'm usually not a fan of poetry (just never really got into it) but I like this! 
Well done!
