Sweep the spiral inside out
Widdershins and round about.
Beasom broom and Cedar stick
Out unwanteds quick quick quick.
Clean the sacred space this night
We shall weave a Witch’s rite,
By power of the moon and sun
Shining Lord and Changing one.
Sweep them all leave not the least
Before the broom the nasties run,
Enchanted Magick has begun.
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