Broken Bird

For one of my good friends from Sicily!

Through the ice

You've held your vice

In your conceit

This feeling fleets

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I was a device

Used to the beat,

Never to suffice

A stupid cheat

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I should never have taken that advice

Nor have been so nice

Although, the years ring thrice

Rendering my amore effete

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Paid I have the price

'twas wonderfully sweet,

But I am un volatile raro

I will not accept defeat

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this tribute. As always, please be honest. Negativity is better than false enthusiasm.