"no, johnny, you are not a spermazota, and that is not an egg. johnny?"
"you smell something? oh shit, his tail feathers are showing. let's get out of here. bye johnny ..."
and there stood johnny the ladybug, lips locked in a love grip through eternity with a 60 watt GE Soft White.
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Aisling: (Irish: aislinn; pronounced ASH-ling): A vision poem.
In an aisling, the island of Ireland appears to the poet in a vision in the form of a woman, sometimes young and beautiful, sometimes old and haggard. This female figure is generally referred to in the poems as An SpÊirbhean (the sky-woman).
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