The hill beyond the city.

 
A sort of duck egg blue
and what did you do?
an end of an era,
when people did things for free,
we danced naked in our sandals and beads
and built pyramids in fields.
 
I suppose I was a sort of catalyst,
that made the experiment work,
gave you your future,
did the wound up with culture.
 
Still I got my mention in dispatches,
of Mr Margarine
and larder latches.
 
Did you splash in the stream,
fed the cats with cream;
give Bella my love,
they say it came back,
the dove.
 
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