Its fun
if
I walk down the streets,
Of Roma,
Like a gaul! ! !
Looking at order,
Huh! ! !
My disorder? ? ?
well,
my freedom....
Look!
Tiramisu
a delicacy,
Ladys finger? ? ?
i would
Rather
Have a curry.
Insinuate
you? ? ? ?
me?
no way
its
just me
flabbergasted.
Few
dollars
in my pocket
I feel a
million bucks
the surge
to splurge? ? ? ?
well its me! ! ! !
Then
the luminiscence
I appreciate
the prudence,
the order,
the beauty,
the tiramisu,
Roma i love you,
But i just have to be me! ! ! !
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