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there's a poem by a Jamaican woman living in England who is bewildered by all the meals/rituals English people live by. I can't get my paste/copy to work but it's called What Fee Call I' by Valerie Bloom. It's really witty. Google it if you're interested.
It's written in pidgen.
wow. This is way, waaaaaay off topic.
I hope you don't get stabbed in the dark like OpheliaMonsterName did, Toad. Who'd watch the cellar then?
eta: IMHO people who give their children names like that aren't doing the kid any favors unless said kid is unbelievably beautiful when he/she grows up.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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