cockle doodle doo, the rooster crows
disapprovingly i awaken
the window shutter beats the bed
i arise to latch it
looking out, i see much
short stubby trees, vineyards
hills and mountains
a slow drizzle drifts down
and a cool refreshing breeze strikes my face
i take in Italy
Friday, September 19, 2008
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