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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it
All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or
Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud
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“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a
Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore
The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Table for two
A table set for two
Under the mid day sun, for lunch
Or maybe a late breakfast
Two plates of warm dishes
Two plates of cold cuts, seem too
Much? Maybe invite a third
Wheel, but beware, they may
The attention steal, even the food will
Disappear, before your fill you
Are able to get, better
Just settle for the duo today, then
Have a party for four
On some other warm day
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Pots for all purposes
Pots and pans for all
Purposes great and small, for short or
Tall, use them for everything
Kettles may also be included
You need one at least to brew
Some tea, but alas, without
Too many plans, use them
For food and storage, even for porridge
But never stop using them!
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Buy me!
In the window of a
Shop, something made me suddenly stop, an
Odd little thing, flapping, in
The window, made of plastic
It looked so sad, and I was just glad
I found it before anyone
Else. Rushing into the store
I wasn’t so sure, if I even
Had money with me to
Buy the tiny little thing
But as I looked at it, it
Made my poor heart sing
So I pulled out my
Card, not so smart, alas I had
To buy that pink thing!
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Blue passage
A door way painted in
The coolest blue, heavily guarded it is
Not, alas, a key you
Need to get inside, into
The divine, which lies behind, the door
Painted all in coolest blue
But if the key you
Manage to find, then consider this an
Invite for you, then enter
Do, you are the few
Allowed to see, what lies behind the
Door painted in coolest blue
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“The things you see, when you open your eyes” Gun Roswell
Things you find
Back to the drawing board
When planning infrastructure for the
Masses, a seemingly easy task to do
Go out there and put
Up a pole, make sure
You have enough wire, to get the
Electricity crackling for all those
Who are in dire need
Other wise your favourite TV show will
Not be shown on the
Tiny black box on top
Of the table in your living room
And the cold cool drink
Will turn up in the
Kitchen sink, tasting bland because it’s hot
And not a cooling beverage
After all, and what about
That fan on the window sill, do
You feel ill, too hot
Because it won’t turn on
For someone forgot to plan electricity for
Your dwelling of a home
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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
The street filled with restaurants
So many choices, I can eat what
I want, the smells so
Good, all this food, what
To do, what to do? If only
There were just the few
But alas, now I have
To pick one up, take the plunge
And finally, have a meal
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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Red respite at the bus
Stop, a welcome hop for the weary
Traveller, from a foreign land
Sitting and waiting for the transport
Obviously delayed, then what is the choice
To make? Another form of
Vehicles take? Maye a bike
Or skates? But then, the arrival would
Be late and that, is
Not an option, after a moment
Of hesitation, at the almost empty bus
Station, I hailed a cab
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“All those streets travelled while on the roadside…” Gun Roswell
Streets travelled
Hells bangers on their bikes
Riding down the road side, ignoring all
The rules, as they say
“They were made for fools”
Driving very fast, moving every other car
Past, until they reach first
Place, in front of the
Row, all the others in tow, but
Since they are going so
Very slow, the bikers soon
Will be long gone, riding to where
Ever, never to be seen
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