Ricardo Paolini


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.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2006

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  • Anna Russell (11/27/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    Well, you got my attention with the title! (I'm learning Italian just now) . The poem is great, very poignant and also witty.
    Anna xxx

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