oh i'll make rome an eternal city, as in eternally struggling to compensate thinking it ought not make such claims.*

what's the point
of this humpty dumpty
if he won't even sit on the
******* fence?!
chase a fox to get an omelette?!
yeah, my bones too for
a scramble to the cocktail
motto: can't make an omelette...
without breaking some eggs;
what lovely chimes...
mm, lovely, cherish the parishioners
and their alms dropped
into the coffers of priests':
ave dextra.