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La Dolce Vita
Between salad, spaghetti,
tomato and herbs,
three Roman male musicians
sing "Que Sera Sera,"
"Finiculi, Finicula"
and joke with us.
We sing, applaud,
are in stitches
as head waiter Pauli
gives each lady a single red rose
and a peck on the cheek.
He kisses a blowsy, brassy blonde
full of capellini on fuschia lips
as the three men sing "Volare."
Women swoon.
Zymotic laughter,
heavenly rigatoni,
swordfish and herbs,
sorbet and mixed fruit
flowing wine.
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