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Wine on the Escape, Old Italian couple in their
yard,

Pastas in the kitchen, While Neruda was our
bard.

Friends, Family, Guests galore, Roomies - good and
bad,

A simple life - less was more; little pleasures and
memories were had.

It is tough to let you go, erase what was and wipe
the slate,

But in the present lies the future, 'Wines
on other Escapes' I have to create! *

* My two-cent tribute, to my first apartment in the city.