Signora Martha Mone- elderly neighbor with whom I loved to fight-
Coz South Italy is sooo Bleck & my South India too White
Till thou both unite by a tectonic upheaval of the sort
That, as tears in wine, drown all thought.
In Creation there is Property, in what is Uncreated- none
The Douai Bible, Mone, & thy mine are One.
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