Originally Posted by EgOisM:
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Principesa lu' Ion
Sta si trage un joint usor
Fumu-i acopera moaca
Dintii sunt facuti cu japca
In octava de apus
Barbasu' sade cam supus
Cand se uita mai atent
Ion zace sugulent
Principesa se ridica
Jointu' cade si se strica
Amandoi pierduti in zare
De-un apus si o tigare...
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"Whose grim aspect sets every
joint a-shaking;
What terror 'tis! but she, in worser taking, ..."
The Rape of Lucrece ,William Shakspeare
