little witch nimmersatt
little witch, is still
!
gift the world a chocolate crisp cookies, cinnamon
drink chai,
passes so the nagging.
you, you are so incredibly hard, like a road drill
in his best life.
mean and nasty,
as a 5-eyed predator.
lying and talking about a one objects, such as the newly chosen one
like Prof. Dr. Mc dictator
up as often as I like to .....
thrash with a golden papyrus scroll.
Little Witch,
it does not matter in life, most Quaksl-follower to have.
You have not the people permanently
build a paradise with plenty of blink-blink, and oh-ohhhhjaaa.
This poem has become a hit.
Maybe your own small, fluffy in the chamber.
you want to the stars, are long astronaut with Merit.
Your hat is torn, the top is by
your anger burned away
your broom has an anti-aggro function.
The Bible did you eat and your hallowed halls
want an air conditioner.
is so far it has come, little selfish, egocentric-Egohexe,
who cares only about their own laundry. The
, raising his long nose and her seductive feet long skirt
the muddy, swampy cross-country road
proceeds without the possibility of slipping only once.
With the cross-country without-total-mean-in-mud-to-sink-Order is her home, the little witch.
she became quite still, drink chamomile fennel and thyme
relaxing herbal tea and looking out the black light-colored Window.
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