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Rondeau

Rating: 2.8

Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.

Leeks, and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat, as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.

Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-

Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
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Eithne Queen of Celts 19 March 2008

this is so funny :)) Trust me, nowadays bohemians have good living conditions (or at least they do in my country...) But they don't want to live a harmonious and clean life.It's just not their 'style'.

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