My Secret
I got a secret, I ain't supposed to tell, but a secret is made to be told, so what the
h_ll. See I heard through the grapevine (when I was pressing some fresh wine)
that Sandra Hudson/Alexandria is brewin' a pot, of delicious witch stew...I know
how we all love that, both me and you...so lets petition her earnestly to
pass 'round that big pot, and in honor of Holloween, share what you got!!
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