BRIEF HISTORY

Hitler-ites held out for an hour

Mussolini barely a minute,

Figuratively and the Italians

Decided not to spin it!

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Proud nation the Italian boot!

Like, kicked little Sicily

That meaningless, nondescript island

To the Mediterranean Sea!

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Sure was a time when the Roman boot

Was mighty, ruling all!

The Caesars back then in Jesus’ time

Then after, what a fall!

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Naples I am on that hill, look down, that port

With its ocean-liners, then

A busy city hosting steamships a plenty

Sure, I remember when.

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As a mere lad its importance established

In my mind very center of trade!

Between the Far-East and America’s far shores

A veritable parade—

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Of trade, I was just 10 at that time!

Long before airways took over,

It was the slow boat to  China between

India and American clover shores.

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Settler there, the thumb, Huron County, farming

It was all anyone knew!

Of course, the very salt of the earth but

Too much salt in that stew!

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Work, of course, admittedly good for me

And while it made me hate the farm,

Start work before sun up keep going till after sunset,

Guess it did me no harm!

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Except never again wish to see anymore

Farmland activity!

Plop into bed each night, way too tired

To strip sweaty b.v.d.’s! (*)

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Of course, many changes now with implementation

But that country now desolate.

Once the bean center of the United States

Grown over with weeds!

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“Only what is done for Christ will last,”  No debate!

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(*) Underwear or Long Johns

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the Sam 04.18.12

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