Read Poetry: Pasta and Parmigiana, by Al Glendinning

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You may stand with your arms outstretched, as if a crucifix bathed in the glory and warmth of the Italian sun.

Barefoot, you walk upon the cobblestones that lead toward the milky road as you stride toward reward, where new lovers will soon become, as one.


Flushed with the colors in the haze of a European windswept morn. That is as sharp and shrilled, as a high-pitched whistle blow.

We all need to feed upon illusions that have a little imagination, to travel

the ravaged wastelands that create a matrix and allows small thoughts to   grow


from the devotion of jurisprudence and the dogma that can set minds free. A woman with diamond cut facets, means you can be what you want to be,

Not just an airbrushed image, for glamour, controlled by the council of stone.

The ages of love are like the summers that burn hot, so that single does not mean alone.



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