As I stood on top of the city
And looked way down to the street,
I saw Jill riding her bicycle—
Gold dot to me so sweet.
She stopped, raised black to her eyes;
I looked through my binoculars,
So glad to be so wise!
She waved a tiny hand to me,
And I waved down my spire.
From head to foot the city was
In line with our desire.
Then, biting into apples,
We chewed away so free
We made a lovely Eden
Of true modernity.
They say these tall walls separate,
And stop romantic hearts,
But we have kept our luncheon date
With love’s inventive arts!

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