Figa Poem by Ricardo Paolini
Figa
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Butter wouldn't melt,
Rain weathers a cliff face,
Gold burns brighter than silver.
But she still longs,
For the boys to shout,
'Figa' when she crosses the street.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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8/8/2026 1:33:06 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Well, you got my attention with the title! (I'm learning Italian just now) . The poem is great, very poignant and also witty. Hugs Anna xxx