Lunar Brogue
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Minestra di verdura
She said he walked like a drunk, his legs were plaited
And left
Alone with him, he spoke like a hammer, his hands were thumping
He sang like a pipe, his throat smoked
He laughed like minestra di verdura!
And then left
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