Catullus, Considerable Kisser

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(A Pasteurization of Ode VII.)

How many kisses, Lesbia, miss, you ask would
  be enough for me?
I cannot sum the total number; nay, that were
  too tough for me.
The sands that o'er Cyrene's shore lie sweetly
  odoriferous,
The stars that sprent the firmament when
  overly stelliferous--
Come, Lezzy, please add all of these, until the
  whole amount of 'em
Will sorely vex the rubbernecks attempting
  to keep count of 'em.

© Franklin Pierce Adams