Parched in
silver dwell in gold,
Rubies thrown
in and being sold;Slow baby slow,
There is warmth and cold!
All the stories that a mansion hold
Bugatti and
limousines;
All in
the roll;Hollywood hunk I am being told;
Slow baby slowly,
Here old is bold;
Antiques permeating,
Color of the season now unfold!
All the stories that a mansion hold
The city
changes color - day and night,
Somewhere
darkness and elsewhere bright!Some permeating in endless light;
Few holding to their hunger tight!
Few pails of water and some respite!
Slow baby slow,
Do not rush through the night;
Your future is in palpable daylight!
A glance in those intense eyes, your tale untold!
Chinwags are amusement for the old!
All the stories that a mansion hold
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