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Sicilian Odes | Trecastagni
Passegiata in the chestnut honey light
Faces appear in the warm eve
In the piazza
A fountain of mountain water to drink
And benches that one could
Stretch out on, if they chose
Disturbing no one
The town madman, of sorts
Lecturing the flowers then
Chasing after a stray dog
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