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Amvalu of Valchiavenna

She bragged about
Enjoying the embarrassment
Of being rich
She spoke of
That were available
To her thru those
Trends that complimented
What she already knew
And wasn't nervous
About doing
Her strengths were
The Reas n she bragged.
Her weaknesses came from
Those fears she kept hidden
Treasures the shame of
Those who long for my
Attention are unattractive
And poor
There needs my ability to
Or might I provide service
To help those who need it.

Violino di Capra
The shoulders or
Hindleggs of
The hogs shall
Be brined in
Wine, salts, sugars, honey
Cayenne, garlic, onion
Celery's and peppers
Rosemary, thyme, bay leaves
And the rest of citruses
Perched to cure
The Gods and Goddess
Of gossip minds you.

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