By jack
Date: 2002 Sep 29
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of fantasy

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