Old Italia

Grit, glory, grime and grandeur.

Try to murder, never pander.

Old Italia slinks away,

ready for another day.

 

Tonight I wear a frowning face

far from glory or from grace.

Old Italia looks on me,

pity for a flinching flea.

08/31/2014

Venice

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