Once a Sorceress visited me one Summer night. Her smile was gentle, her halo glowing bright. She warned of a evil and to leave my warm bed, for the eye of a warlock wishes me to never wed. Could this be the Chef who I feed at the virtual farm? I speak the truth, she uttered, do not be alarmed. He takes all the meatballs, sausage and stew, then brews them in a pot to make you blue. No man will come when he casts the spell. Older you become, making you unwell. What shall I do? I need a love in life. Feeling dismayed at this terrible strife. Boil some cabage, and I’ll seal it in my jar. Then I’ll take it to heavens brightest star. I did as she instructed, as she opened the gate. Now I sit with a candle at supper and wait and wait.
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