Bloom,
Space and time;
Blossom,
With the muse of still life;
Around the corner,
In the busy town.
Bow, blow!
The red rose,
The passage,
The message,
The massage;
Cream, scream!
In its effect and crying foul.
Structures!
Fully aware of them;
In the town,
Expanded considerably! !
For both young and old,
In relative comfort.
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