Adam Ash

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Saturday, February 26, 2005

The joys of empire-building: a poem

5,000-year-old Sumerian poem:
Thy city lifts its hand like a cripple, O my lord Shu-Sin,
It lies at thy feet like a lion-cub, O son of Shulgi.
O my god, the wine-maid has sweet wine to give,
Like her date-wine sweet is her vulva, sweet is her wine...

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