Let Down Your Hair

Its been too long,

oh maiden fair since breathing air

for swept aloft on wings of love

I've fallen from the skies above.

Its hard to breathe,

It's hard to breathe,

oh maiden fair when you're not there

for I'm afraid and cannot breathe

Its you I need, you cannot leave.

Let down your hair, oh maiden fair

Like waterfalls in urgent spring

My lips are parched let fall above

the waterfalls of love.

Fine Lines and A Wrinkle in Time

Between the Grey Streaks --

the Streakers are Streaking

Not Okay! Says a Man who is Speaking

With a Squeaky Whistle in Hand that is Leaking.

Saliva drips from the tip as the Cop

Jumps on His Bike and Yells, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The Naked Man Laughs for he too has a Bike

One with a Motor and a Bright Head Light.

Off he Speeds for "there is no Chance

That a Cop will Make ME wear Under Pants"

He is aerodynamic in his Birthday Suit

With a Cop right behind him in Hot Pursuit.

Just for a Moment, for he's Gone in a Flash

Around the Corner, there's the Sound of a Crash

The Sirens then, and the flashing lights,

and a half hour later, the Cop on a Bike.

- Samantha Jayne Frost

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