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'I'm wearing a pink pillow slip
she put it on before our trip
she did not want to see
how they would look at me
at last we did get on the ship.
So do I have to hide my face
or is the opposite the case
why do I wear this pillow slip
why are we going on this trip
to the old mountain base?
Well, I don't care what you decide
I'll just come with you on this ride
and if you like me well concealed
that none of me may be revealed
I'll do it my sweet bride.
It is exciting in a way
to walk along so blind, and sway
it is a mystery
when will you set me free?
It stimulates, I say.'
Lominda answers:
'I have a very nice surprise
but you must keep your loving eyes
shut tightly for a bit
keep walking, that is it
you'll get your special Highs.'
And as they reached the mountain top
looked down on the canola crop
she moved him forward to the edge
and thought of her new lover's pledge
and looked down - what a drop!
'So can I see now, tell me please
I'm dizzy, cannot feel my knees
I'm not a blind man, want to view
the scenery the same as you,
I feel a lovely mountain breeze.'
'Okay you straight but boring guy
before you start your baby cry
just stand right close to me right here
you feel an updraft? do not fear
I've always wanted you to fly.'
Herbert Nehrlich
Read poems about / on: pink, baby, fear
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