Pollentia
Pollentia, known today as Pollenzo, was an ancient city on the left bank of the Tanaro. It is now a frazione (parish) of Bra in the Province of Cuneo, Piedmont, northern Italy.
During the Antiquity Pollentia belonged to the Ligurian Statielli, Augusta Bagiennorum (modern Roncaglia in the Commune of Bene Vagienna) being 16 km to the south. Its position on the road from Augusta Taurinorum (modern Turin) to the coast at Vada Sabatia (modern Vado Ligure, near Savona), at the point of divergence of a road to Hasta (modern Asti) gave it military importance. Decimus Brutus managed to occupy it an hour before Mark Antony in 43 BC. Here Stilicho on April 6, 402 fought the Battle of Pollentia with Alaric I, which though undecided led the Goths to evacuate Italy.
The place was famous for its brown wool and pottery. Today it is home to the University of Gastronomic Sciences which offers undergraduate, graduate and masters programs focused on gastronomy and food tourism.
According to the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica considerable remains of ancient buildings, including an amphitheater, a theater and a temple were still in existence, although the so-called temple of Diana was more probably a tomb.
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Last Year's Leaves
by: BlancheLast year's leaves
Were dirty lies
One by one the came undone
And blew away when they died
Last year's leaves
Were just bad dreams
Open up your eyes
There's no surprise
Just a barren tree
Low and behold
All those lies were true
Hear them ring, everything
People said about you
I thought I heard the falling rain
It always seems to numb the pain
Or was that sound th poplar leaves
Screaming in the evening breeze?
Last year's leaves
Pathetic schemes
A trusted friend, till the end
Or so it seemed
You gave your word
Looked me in the eye
Tell me how on earth
Are you worth
The tears I've cried?
I thought I heard the falling rain
It always seems to numb the pain
Or was that sound th poplar leaves
Screaming in the evening breeze?
Like last year's leaves
You're last years leaves
Without clouds
You can't have rain
Take away the sun
When the shadows are done
Will you be ashamed?
Heavens to Betsy
I'll be a son of a gun
Lord have mercy