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Thursday, September 9th, 2010

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My boy is That Man sometimes.

You haven't an especially small nose;
your feet don't have high arches and cute toes.
Your eyes don't flash like wildfire in the night;
You drool a bit; you're really not so bright
Your fingers are quite stubby, and the nails
Bitten and badly painted - those are fails
And you've an Tuscan accent; I can see
you're some little provincial nobody
Who's dating someone from your neighbourhood
who's rich enough buy you clothes; he could
buy smarter. You will do, but not in Rome;
go be a famous beauty near your home.
Lesbia dates me; you're not in her class
Degenerate age, to think you almost pass.

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