Auto, Plane and Omnibus
AUTO, PLANE AND OMNIBUS
Auto, Plane and Omnibus-
what a marvelous fuss,
that stupor'd man creates with you.
Ladies, Gentlemen and Nom De Plumes-
what frolic,
just yesterday unknown;
is reality tomorrow ?
That which is up, that which is down,
how can we tell right from wrong-
when covered with technology ?
It takes the roses essence
and be-little it to nothingness-
until Poet and Philosopher,
re-erects it on a citadel of Love !
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