Eons apart
Alone on a cart
Or so it seems
No way to go faster
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A man, a giant, a freedom fighter!
At rest at last.
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Girders of steel and concrete
Shapes of squares, rectangles
And occasionally a hint of a
Curve
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He had a constant dream
He called it heartache
Too often it would seem
That his heart would break
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I’ve lived on the boulevard of broken dreams
Life there is boring, lonely and decaying at the seams
Occasionally I’ve seen a beautiful boulevard that gleams
However this only happens in my restless dreams
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He was a spy
I wouldn’t lie
He moved so sly
He appeared to fly
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His poetry had hidden clues
The prose was so obtuse
It subtly made good use
Of widely different views
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Daily decadence develops
Delusions demanding decisions
Declared discompassionately
Devoutly denied
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Virginal vixens
Viewing vestments
Vainly valuable
Voraciously vicious
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