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e01n -> RE: Arrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh! (10/1/2007 8:28:12 AM)
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Let us live, My Love, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth just one penny! The suns are able to fall and rise: When that brief light has fallen for us, we must sleep a never ending night. Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred, then yet another thousand more, then another hundred. Then, when we have made many thousands, we will mix them all up so that we don't know, and so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out how many kisses we have shared. (aka Catullus 5, my translation into Irish Gaelic (yet another insomnia project) and this is my working translation of the original Latin) I told you... I don't have any new material. And putting Roman cookery books on the shelves made me think of this... and the source of my discomfort in using my right arm over my head. [;)]
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