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There was Demo of Paphos; what wonder if I
From her arms to fair Demo of Samos did fly?
Then came Demo of Corinth; the joke seemed to pall,
Until Demo of Argos proved sweetest of all.
Sure 'tis fated — for is not my name Philodeme!
That some Demo to me ever lovely shall seem.
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