Tossing and Turning
among the waves

Keeping time is the thing is it not?
As our very own zeitgeist of the mind says
That we are never late for anything
Because we are never good for anything
Except for lazing about waiting for lunch to come about
By the arrival of the noonday sun saving daylight
That thin shadows cast over the wind sails
Just for that measure of the smallest delight
That gentle Englishman will toil under noonday sun.

Cover: Via de Baullari, ROMA
Cover II: Napoli

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