She of the rosie cheeks the ginger hair and the soft velvet drapes.. mother of earth, yet not with a Father of nativity but more the softer side of Karl Marx she whose voice undulates and ululates and unfolds with wicked tales of witches, cannibalism and breeches, unto you, the one and only JennyO is it JennyOnly? JennyOberon's daughter? or JennyO'the faery folk? to you I offer my sweeping cape. To You my little chicken, I say, may all your chickens come to roost, on this day, a Day of Completion and Emergence, Of sixty circles around the Sun, a day of fluffy Slippers, or will it be Slushy Flippers? as the meat sizzles, i think Happy Barbie to You, Jenny! your own cyber-villain Vlad!
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