Poem 2: My Horrible Birthday!

My birthday has arrived (surprisingly), but it is in the annoying country,and without my love, Cerinthus, will be incredibly sad.What could POSSIBLY sweeter than the city? Maybe I am destined to remain in the country,like the cold river with the Arrentinus farm.Already Messalla is too much for my enthusiasm; I hope you may rest, Please, furiously hasten down the road of timeliness.This spirit and feeling seduced us to abandon widespread judgement,still, you permit my judgement.

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