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Celtic Irish Witch

Irish Witch rode her Celtic self into the fray Singing Irish ditties that made other’s hair turn gray Confidence on high, she showed them all up for sure Dublin’s most notorious witch was full of nature pure. How do you know it is she? Asked a leprechaun. Paddy thumped his head and asked “what planet are you on? Her face is the map of Ireland; look at her freckles and ginger hair. Don’t ever ask again if you want to live your old age fair.”

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