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Feb 14

The Bathroom At Connie’s Wedding

The Bathroom At Connie’s Wedding
An I love you with all-a my heart, if I don’t see-a you again soon, I’m-a gonna die poem for Valentine’s Day

godfather-valentine
Sorry, Sally, no can do
Fredo, this heart’s not for you
Yes, Bruno once felt my embrace
And ‘pollonia lit up the place
But now there’s someone who, I feel
Would not eff up my birthday meal.

My love pours forth as if from holes
And I feel sunny, despite the tolls
It will not stop! It comes unbidden
As poor Carlo’s trashcan liddin’
Like Clemenza loved his cannoli
You’re my Ragazza, One And Only.

O, you’re my little Red Barchetta
And, ’til I die in some vendetta
You’ll mean a great deal more to me
Than the peas of Frank Pentangeli.
(But if you see me in your bed
Don’t act like I am Khartoum’s head.)

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