Italianate Poems - Poems about Italianate

...First Marco Polo your soul - don’t ask. Shake your noodle until it transcends to pasta, Twist your noodle, it will only hurt for a while soon it will become your mother tongue. Recite the hundr......

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...Our Bed and Breakfast was the Presidents’ House, An antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past With nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast Served by a suitably attired ......

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...We called our Bed and Breakfast the Presidents’ House A sprawling antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past Fed our guests tasty nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast Served by a......

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