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'Twas the Eve of Midwinter, and all through the Coven There were mugwort frittatas and Dragon's Bllod stew There were hot mountain oysters and road-kill pate' The Circle was cast and the herbs had been smoked When out by the hot-tub arose such a clatter And what should I see in the Blackberry thorns "I was just sitting down with my vibrating phallus I came when you called, over all my objections, You turkeys invoked me, now look ay my dress She cursed and she muttered, she looked like a wreck We gave her some weed and we got her somegrub Then she rose, hot and dripping, and gave us her blessing "On Isis! On Eris! Oya and Astarte! We heard her exclaim as she climbed through the air Important: If this page annoys and upsets you, please carefully read this page before complaining to the webmaster. |
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