Yellow lines run
From East to West
Longitude
Latitude
To soothe your iris
Like bamboo leaves
Like nights in London
Like hits of sunshine
Like flutes from Freetown
With roots in beet fields
But.....
We never ride
Olly Olly
Oxen Free
We take all the bread
Shove it down
Burp pleasantries
Too little
Too late
To ride
Olly Olly
Oxen Free
Silly me
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