Lyrca Lyric
It sloped like the hillock
Where I played as a boy
Then curved to a pillow
Of round contoured joy
It was poetry in motion
A rare joy to behold
A promise of mystery
And pleasures untold.
But like art on the wall
Of the world's best museums
Best viewed from afar
The stuff of poetry and dreams
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