Great balls of fire, BW. You have uncovered one of the gaping great holes in my knowledge of rock n roll. I never much paid attention to Kiss other than being aware they existed. But it's uncanny how that song fits.
Good golly, Miss Birdie. It's been years since I read H. Ryder Haggard's She and I had consciously forgotten all about "She-who-must-be-obeyed." What tricks our minds play on us.
I think Squatter is going to handle at least part of the mixup with these mercenaries from Far Harried, but of course everyone can get into the act.
Bethberry
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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