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By jack Date: 2002 Sep 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.29.12.04.4305]] |
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romeo and juliet went up a hill while jack and jill spoke across a sill so azure the sky these days when fantasy passes us by bricks and steel have replaced the trees concrete covers open plains stunted grass still grows in cracks as fantasy passed us by suits are made of cloth not plate pencils in place of swords we make and damsels are those in need of jobs of fantasy heaven sighs might i hold this door for you share with you a meal or two as we walk i would hold thy hand for fantasy can still survive |