Going to buy not going to buy.
I am angry and I sigh.
And then in the midst of smoke there was Fiume. I can never make a poem about Italy. About Italy you do, you address, bless and say adieu. Adieu Italy beautiful Italy adieu.
A great many countries have a name.
Let me think of the house and the best.
A house a boat a victory and an alert. In the way of rhyming. I can think of so much. Dirt, flirt and spurt. Do you see any difference. I do. Discourage England, and say you mean well.
Here is a poem.
Amber.
Ambler Curran.