the nymphs are departed, so, all the barbers dumped their tools into the lake out of the village, because all men will grow beard, the homosexuality of the high ends of the streets, is stuck to the heel of that transgender like a dust,
you can not shake your head if you have combed your hair neatly, and your impotency is revealed, you reach to the tree running, and fall like a chestnut, your hands are still blue from the act of last night, there is no question that you will be accused,
for the name sake there are some shovering forests, at the every rough turn of the streets, you can only enter with your grown beard, there is only one riddle to solve, "why did the nymphs depart?"