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The Ripe Olives and Red Wines of Florence
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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