I did travel there once to see,
the fair and wonderful Italy.
To see places both new and old:
all that is part of history.
In Florence many tales are told,
ancient ones that never get old.
Siena was their ancient foe:
and eventually they did fold.
With vineyards for wine they grow:
breathtaking skies and scenes they show.
Upon the water Venice sit,
azure skies frame what is below.
Italy; I’m quite fond of it:
fourteen hours I’d gladly sit,
if I could walk its roads again.
A journey there would truly fit.
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