"Hello, to all, as the summer goes?
And as they are my beloveds
argomentativi friends? Dom
lacks me! Dov' e' gone to end, our child
of gold? Shipment a poetry in Italian
that I have written of recent
when they have gone to Salerno. E'
of mystic-delirious inspiration,
as they are I, of the rest."
As the summer goes, so it goes with our child:
our gold-shipment of beloved argument.
I am learning to speak computer. Void
main(), I say, magisterially. Here be constants.
Pass me those parameters. Delirious
Italian: a poetry, as they are I, of the rest.
- Dom
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