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Cynopolis
Cynopolis (Greek for "city of the dog") was the Hellenistic name for two cities in Ancient Egypt. Both Cynopolis superior and Cynopolis inferior were bishoprics in Christian times.
Cynopolis superior
Cynopolis, the Greek name for the ancient Egyptian town Hardai in the seventeenth nome of Upper Egypt, it was home to the cult of Anubis, a canine-shaped god.
According to Claudius Ptolemy, the town was situated on an island in the river. The modern settlement identified with Cynopolis is El Kays. The nome of Cynopolis extended to both banks of the Nile.
A burial ground for dogs is found on the opposite Nile bank near Hamatha. Rivalries between neighbouring cities are reported: according to Plutarch (De Iside, 72), when an inhabitant of Cynopolis ate an Oxyrhynchos fish, the people of Oxyrhynchos started attacking dogs in revenge, which resulted in a little civil war.
Cynopolis was destroyed by the vice-roy of Nubia Pinehesy during the reign of Pharaoh Ramses XI, and the survivors were enslaved.
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by: Nitty Gritty Dirt BandIf I could borrow from the future and I'd spend it with you
Darling, in a very special, I'd treat you to a sundae
On a Saturday afternoon and we'd spend the night together
Throwing snowballs at the moon
We'd be aiming high and we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and lettin' them snowballs go
And after every throw, we'd share a little kiss
Make sweet love together every time we'd miss
Oh, I'd like to meet the artist who painted up the sky
And I'd ask him what that color was he brushed against your eyes
And could he paint a picture of two lovers in one balloon
Who go flying off together to throw snowballs at the moon
We'd be aiming high, we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and letting them snowballs go
And after every throw we'd share a little kiss
Make sweet love together every time we'd miss
If we could stop the world from spinning take it nice
And slow I bet that we could hit once just before we go
But we keep aiming high, we keep aiming low
We'd be aiming high, we'd be aiming low
Winding up together, Lord and letting them snowballs go
And after every throw, we'd share a little kiss