Danny, James Archer - 'Piccolo morte'

'lei bello occhi'.. not to be overly frank.
'Voy un...' Oh please!
'...SESSO con mi' you will! ?

That glow drains to dark, you grow pale.
I was only 'chatting him up.'
'you do want this... dont you! ? '
I love it here.

We hate you here... this 'FIERY italian spirit.'
And the WOMEN, the EYES, those red bodys.
how can we resist.
'piccolo morte.'

Home wrecker, I have mind to cause a BIG death.
you come here, take our men, destroy homes.
our 'fiery temper' boils, THIS is war.
the cliche's end there.

Im only human too. i dont know these words.
do these people exist. Same question,
If I die the world ends. i am but one man.
I am my man, my thoughts, my perceptions.

Danny, James Archer

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