Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Faux City
on the road, someone told me about a faux city dome
where they won't need no full moon
thev'e got light of their own
as i further on i happened upon
a woman standing there
she gave oats for my pony and, i paid her my fare
i rode miles on that pony
it felt like i was there
further on at saint peters, i saw a fountain of light
i gave breath and took water
and had to stop for the night
for i did touch no other
for i did hold no fight
as i sat beneath the planets
i did bathe, saved in light
oh, i sang for my brother
and it sounded all night
on the road, came a sign post it read faux city dome
and i saw the moon laughing
as i rode on, alone,
and i knew they were watching
from their faux city homes
further on came a stranger a green man, had no shoes, as we danced in the moonlight
we sang fake city blues
for i did touch no other
for i did hold no fight
though i did hold my brother
as we danced that faux city right
poem
by
Steve Watts
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black