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Closing Prayer
May your dreams be wet and filthy
May your deepest wounds be clean
May your warriors all be dancers
May your king be a raging queen
May whatever tickles your fancy
Tickle your fancy pink
And may whatever your favourite tipple is
Topple you over the brink…