Tight little alleyway – no room
to squeeze between its walls –
a young girl blocks my way,
my rambles around Venice
knocks me off my feet,
the place, the come-on
to a stranger's eye,
a wide canal my drifting
takes me to. If you
had girls like your canals,
o Venice , cunts
like little alleyways, you'd be
the greatest city in the world.
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