A poem of focaccia

In his book, Focaccia Genovese, Sergio Rossi, talks about a poem that describes the love that the citizens of Ligurien have for their focaccia:
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You need focaccia as an appetizer. People say the focaccia of Voltri and Recoo are global specialties. Some swear it has a special unique flavor. The newspaper printmakers, news vendors, milkmen who arrive in the city in the early hours of the morning, the women who go to the market at dawn the beguines who go to church for the Ave Maria, everyone, with no exception, whether they are starting work or going to rest, what their teeth in the antelucan hours, with focaccia, also called the “morning newspaper”, especially by the port workers. At least there, in the focaccia, between one bite and the next, you can skip politics, and take a nibble at sports. The news is tasty and interesting, without the foul deeds…and if you go back to buy another half-pound, then it means you just have to read the appendix…
While tasting it you will feel the light sea breeze and savor the extra virgin olive oil grown on the Ligurian cliffside olive groves.