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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
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