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May your hens take the disorder, your cows the crippen and your calves the white scour! May yourself go stone-blind so that you will not know your wife from a hay-stack! No butter be on your milk nor on your ducks a web. May your child not walk and your dogs be flayed. And may the flame be bigger and wider which will go through your black soul than the Connemara mountains if they were on fire.
/gypsy hamburger
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