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The Ripe Olives and Red Wines of Florence

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The Ripe Olives and Red Wines of Florence David J Walker Austere is the way I remember The convent in Florence Perfectly white walls And the small single bed fronted By worn floors from daily kneeling in prayer A simple soup will be served At supper My native guide says Possiamo fare di meglio in città Either way there will be Ripe olives and red wine served with Artisan bread dipped in garlic Sweet basil and virgin olive oil

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