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Yet Do I Sometimes Feel a Languishment

I must suppose I'm fine. I laugh a lot. My work is bearable. I have a home. I guess I like this town I'm in. I'll not annoy you with the glass that's half ... half what? I spend a lot of time on Google Chrome, meandering the streets of Naples, Rome, Arezzo ... why is that? I've lost the plot? Or am I just a closet polyglot who missed his calling? Afternoons are light, and Donizetti's lapping at my ears. At times like this, my hobbled soul takes flight and dreams of Italy. When I have fears that all my sweetest songs have now been sung, I turn to Italy. And I am young.

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 3/7/2017 1:50:00 PM

This is a quiet little masterpiece. 7

Michael Coy
Date: 3/7/2017 2:11:00 PM

Maureen, I think I'm going to put you on the payroll as my marketing guru! Thank you very much for your generous words!

Darren White

Date: 3/7/2017 10:20:00 AM

You turn to Italy and you are young :) That's so wonderfully expressed in just one line, and that is also so very true. I think I like closet polyglots who spend a lot of time on Google while listening to music. Nothing wrong with that, not even with that slightly melancholic undertone

Darren White
Date: 3/7/2017 11:22:00 AM

Don't mock my natural charm ;)

Michael Coy
Date: 3/7/2017 10:42:00 AM

LOL If you could put your personal charm in bottles and sell it, Darren, you'd be rich. Thank you, amigo!