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for S.W. / / Built up from some clay and land, / Verdi?s mansion stands and shines / Before the row of trees that shields the wind and rain / From the chambers where we slept. / / I nod: I greet the ladies from my school, / Lift my skirt and walk with shorter steps / To the stairs that crumble under… sign in to read more »