Visiting Tuscany Again
It was perfect, a room with a cute view.
I opened the window, oh how birds flew.
Tuscany's vast landscape, everything new.
It mattered not, we paid promptly our due.
The Renaissance culture was born right here.
Miles of vineyards grew on a hillside near,
Verdant fields grew in a tier upon tier,
While oak and cypress purify the air.
Below the fragrance of delicious meals,
Prepared by chefs catering our appeals.
Delicious samples from all meals on wheels,
We gorged divine pasta and paid our deals.
Please don't blame us if we knew we'll return
Work hard, our second honeymoon we'll earn.
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