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08/12/10
Leaving Rome
Occasional murmurs among passengers, Some sporadic page-turning, The random clicking of a laptop's keyboard, And the ubiquitous susurration of steel on steel, As the high-speed Trenitalia glides across the countryside, All the mile-by-mile while leaving behind the Eternal City, Rushing north, in a hush, via Florence, to Venice, Where, within hours, we'll surround our senses With the fluid sounds of the Grand Canal Lapping, lapping gondolas moored at their stakes.
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