πολύφημος ὁδὸs
ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ πλάγχθη
posted by MissWanda at 1:05 p.m.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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