I have prepared a free verse poem for just such an occasion!
Lupercalia!
I have not googled you yet.
Lupercalia!
The bees poor forth from my mouth like a wet stream of vomit. Their stings remind me of home.
Lupercalia!
My soul entertains the notion of a higher power, yet also do my nether regions. I've clearly had too much to drink.
Lupercalia!
You will not be forgotten, even if you were never known.
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