Green, white and red –

No favours fell into their dirty palms, were severed by sharpened fingernails, they had Italian words for almost everything while forces said they looked like lots of others, but spoke inhumanly. Confusion mounted as days got longer, he took to crowded vending to the same, she was being unionised by Sacco and Vanzetti before another baton charge later that day. None of them were Cosa Nostra, one learned to play piano, the other ukulele. He’d been to England for World D-Day, heard George Formby lick his little stick of Blackpool rock before two New Heaven sucking bairns religiously enlisted in the Democrats and discovered the lost Columbus Treatise – ‘Native-American is anti-Italian-American’.

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