who knows if the moon's br a balloon,coming out of a keen city br in the sky--filled with pretty people? br (and if you and i should br br get into it,if they br should take me and take you into their balloon, br why then br we'd go up higher with all the pretty people br br than houses and steeples and clouds: br go sailing br away and away sailing into a keen br city which nobody's ever visited,where br br always br it's br Spring)and everyone's br in love and flowers pick themselvesbr br Edward Estlin Cummingsbr br