I think that 5 E.E. Cummings is rather pornographic, don't you? I'll hang out for the gin and brie though. We can dine on that whilst listening to the seven storytelling cats. We can save the virgin-martyr hagiographies for a sunny day. And job-hunting vampires? That's whole story unto itself. Anon
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( ... )
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A folklore in a fantasy makes entirely too much sense, but I love the image of cycling chickens and surfing bungalows.
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