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Pearl Painted Moons

Stop lights in the air
they float amid
the violet flare
stop lines
and don't walk signs
how I wish I was back there .
Cross walks
and bug's that talk
big moon's
through skies they stalk
a cricket croon's
a wife she swoon's
no more too soon's
in our wine corks .

Pearl paint does adorn
her princess feet
peach flavoured corn
like her so sweet
flora and fawn
on the pontiac street
each other does dawn
for the next we meet
I am your Paul
under the white sheet
as you step I fall
right at your feet
there is no more
alone or deceit
when i rap your door
with my little three
to laugh , to roar
for all
to see . [/font]