Little tenements filled
With boxes of wine
And, having contended,
Lets have another
Revolution they say
Right after the next-
And they bundle up to stay
Warm in-
They won't waste electricity-
The dragon people
Reconstructing the avenues of
My structure-
As an airplane flies
Down to carress her hair
Like a barrett-
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