though many prefer myth. No, after Hope, came Empathy. Pretty as was Hope, Empathy made her look like Hans Anderson. Naked, she had a charming voice and complained of nothing beyond the chill.
'Brrr, it's chilly out here', she said.
Moved, Pandora handed her a tissue to wrap herself in, which she did, but it's perfume gave her a sneezing fit.
'I'm sorry', she said, wiping her nose with a tissue-corner, 'have you got a pseudophed? '
Pandora didn't.
So she shivered and sneezed.
'My name's Empathy' she said, extending her hand.
'That's a pretty name', replied Pandora, beginning to get tired of all this hand-shaking. Nevertheless, ...
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I would like to translate this poem