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Minor injury and assorted interruptions put my music on hold for a while. This is about trying to get started again.

This started with the idea that it would be frustrating for a witch if they cast spells and nobody noticed. I don't know why I thought that would be interesting....

Jack grabbed the final cup of coffee And, thoughtless as a brick, went back to work Linda started a fresh pot, Fumed until the brew was hot Then put an ancient curse upon that jerk

Jack spilled the coffee on his laptop Then tripped and cracked his head, jumping away. Linda thought, “That’s overkill. ’Twas only meant to cause a spill.” Jack just shrugged and went on with his day

You’ve poured a glass of water in the ocean, A pocketful of sand upon the shore. He who lives a life of constant bad luck Will scarcely note receipt of one grain more.

Linda thought, “Well, too bad, but he isn’t Punished ’til he sees cause and effect.” So, for office staff he’d vexed, Conjured up a simple hex With fallout worse than any might expect

Jack was told to pack up his belongings HR’d been tasked with making a few cuts Outside, he tripped on his own feet Then, crash and honking in the street A normal morning for a hopeless klutz

You’ve poured a glass of water in the ocean, A pocketful of sand upon the shore. He who lives a life of constant bad luck Will scarcely note receipt of one grain more.

Linda turned to golf and gave up witchcraft Threw away her charms and crystal ball Never understood Jack’s past Nor that ‘evil’ spells she cast Were meaningless and caused nothing at all

You’ve poured a glass of water in the ocean, A pocketful of sand upon the shore. He who lives a life of constant bad luck Will scarcely note receipt of one grain more. No, he won’t.