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(A Pasteurization of Ode VII.)
How many kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would / be enough for me? / I cannot sum the total number; nay, that were / too tough for me. / The sands that o'er Cyrene's shore lie sweetly / odoriferous, / The stars that sprent the firmament when / overly stelliferous -- / Come, Lezzy, please add all of these, until the / whole amount of 'em / Will sorely vex the rubbernecks attempting / to keep count of 'em.