Salvatore Buttaci
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AUTUMN STREETSA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciAfter rain You can hear the autumn city streets Sigh with joy. # |
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[untitled]A Poem by Salvatore ButtaciBehind the snail’s trek A trail of silver glistens. He who goes slow, goes far. # |
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SO FLAGS MAY WAVEA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciThe war issue is one that has plagued American citizens for a very long time. What if the doves had gotten their way in the Revolutionary War and The .. |
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THE OAK LEAF DELIGHTS IN SUMMERA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWhat goes through the head of the oak tree? Does it wonder what we are thinking? |
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THE LEAF BRIGADEA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciRemember when we were children chasing autumn leaves down windy streets? |
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THE WORLD SOMEHOW WAS FALLINGA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciDreams are healthy because they allow our fears to run rampant without consequence. |
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DREAM CITYA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciDreaming in color is second to dreaming of love, but nothing beats a technicolor love dream! |
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GRANDMAA Story by Salvatore ButtaciWhere would we be without memories... |
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WHERE I VISIT GRANDMAA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciI wish this poem were true! I never knew either of my grandmothers who lived in Italy. |
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DO NOT BLAME ZIS CHOIMANYA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciThe sins of the past too often, and often undeservedly, are visited on the present. |
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