Streets without Names

When times are right - oddity will be
Perfect conformity magic to meet
Like the phantom road angels walking here free
Giving each protracted moment a treat
Ego has rightful intensity ways
Puzzling cheerfulness might turn out alright
Feeling of asserts with its concur plays
Willing and ductile in their current trite

Streets without names are many to find
Some are like networks in old London town
With names that seem familiar to you
Recess comes if you've an opened mind
And know when and how to sit by hand down
Give you a jiffy to see clearly through

poem by Peter S. Quinn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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