The Shapes Poem by Pierre Rausch

Well, if you really want advice
I should say, we can do nothing
Hammock, plaid green
The arrow rapid, the gate strong
At the fortnight finish

On a stony wining downward
The flight ended just in time
That it will get in terms
And even to be on friendly lan

Now fifteen of you
So he went on;
Ah, there you go
No fight in the dark

Well, you get advice, at lollo place
“You're back home”

We constantly seek and find
Anything groovy
There’s no sunlight inside a pizza slice
There’s no milk inside light

At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant

We constantly seek and find
Anything groovy
There’s no sunlight inside a pizza slice
There’s no milk inside light

At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant

The love to law obey to any rule
The law of rules obey to any love
The rules of love obey to any law

At lollo laze, there shapes a restaurant