Every once in awhile
when I need a smile
I sip on a bottle of vino
and tilt back my head
at the foot of my bed
and dream of Portofino
with it’s red tile roofs
and it’s whitewashed walls,
sun drenched beaches
and waves that call
with families in thralls
of laughter, and all
the bikini clad babes
enjoying the call
to fun and freedom
from life’s dreary pall
wondering why I sit here
within these dreary walls
dreaming of Portofino
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