Poem 4: Our Nonsense ;)

I am pleased, because I tell you many careless things about me,and suddenly I do not cease with bad activities.Let there be more capable care for your toga and a prostitute pressedfor a wool basket from the daughter of Servus Sulpica!Others are disturbing for us, for whom it is that from where sorrow abounds.I will not proceed from ignorance with muscle, which is the greatest cause.

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