stay with me down the lane
where fame never comes
but the moon sends us letters
sun cleverly rises like a cat
where angels drop by in jeans
above and below mingle for pantomimes
death demures to win at cards
beautiful odes going in and out
of the windows like carrier pigeons
the afternoon tea full of stories
and clocks stuffed with honey
stay with me down the lane
where pillows are plumped
and the bed is covered in gold ingots
civilizations astounded by
red beans and rice
doilies and pumps
crow rickshaws wiser
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