Memories of Tuscany
I can’t help but think about
The way things used to be
Those carefree days of childhood
By the river of Tuscany
Children caressed
By the island’s sun
Frenzied by its crystal shore
Totally unaware
Of the danger that was before
The storm came suddenly
The merry bunch dispatch
All but Johnny
Who was submerged
By the hungry waves of Tuscany.
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