A promenade of
Ladies and gentlemen
In 1900.
Under azure skies filled with
Pink and white clouds, they're
Adorned in blue, gold, purple
And black. Although they
Strike one as oddities in
Eastern climes, it seems.
They possess a certain grace
And civility
That's sadly lacking in these
Garish, modern times:
Where philistines reign supreme.
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