From Bill Spohn:
A young man fell in love with a very lovely young lady.
Unfortunately she did not return the feeling. In desperation he went and visited a group of witches searching for a love potion. They informed him that they no longer provided such an item as it was highly unethical to administer a potion to someone without her permission. They did have an alternate solution. They sold him a bottle of small white pellets. He was to bury one in her yard every night at midnight for a month.
He returned to the witches six weeks later, excited and thankful. He and the young lady were to wed in a month.
The witch told him, "Nothin' says lovin' like something from a coven, and pills buried says it best."
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