My nephew Nick has the chicken pox and the time to read Tom Sawyer.
I gave him that that book and finally he's started his adventures.
However today I've taken his book for myself, lain down on the sofa.
For some hours I've been on the Mississippi banks with its steamers.
In the dusty courtyard there was Aunt Polly with her apron close to the fence.
Becky read the forbidden page of sex in the teacher's book, the broken page.
Tom offered himself as a guilty, it was in the nature of the things.
My reading isn't the same at that time! As a child I didn't know Tom.
Now I'm as Tom and love America with its wide spaces and people.
Becky is in the cave again and I know what's my homework.
In topic like this America doesn't give discounts.
Banks of Mississippi, adieu! Your chicken pox will soon heal, Nick.
Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
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