Poetry
Tuscany
I’ve had enough.
I’m going to take my family to Tuscany,
where we’ll suckle on the Tyrrhenian nipple,
and bloat ourselves on the blood of the sangiovese,
then simply lie back in the sun. And never get up.
How eloquent. Oh that I could supple the nipple of a fine vintage grape.
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How eloquent. Oh that I could supple the nipple of a fine vintage grape.
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