Man is but the shadow of Albuquerque;
Such creatures are as dead as stone.
Yet, the glassy gumdrop jewels
Of every colour of the bus
Do grow within him.
Now, that which is within the stone
Is as that which is without the stone
And the 7up bubble stars
In the cathedral climes of Heaven
Are those same glassy gumdrop jewels
Which are the gloried reflection
Of the motel marquees of Albuquerque.
Poem by Seven Up Partridge 

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