Mi Nona
venice seemed a bit
moving today i'd wondered
over genova's coast
hardly a peek over masone's
entrance father was beneath himself
filled with bitter rage
it appeared my fetish for clark's
trouser's boosted family morale
i'd covered this endless romance
several months now
keeping watch over
my grandmother's
crest of identity a sullen logo
that read milan descending
aimously into corleone valley
weathered so cringing almost
with thee farewell findings
omerta standing in view
silence emerged an yet
i could only whisper his name
within this tiny village how different
we were how divided on appian way
our ancestor's balanced seperation
segrgation among italian
hemesphrere who am i now
thee darkest bella
red pellerosa apo new york
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