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Alpine Holiday

 He took the grade in second - quite a climb,
Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime!
The road went up and up; it curved around
The mountain and the gorge grew more profound.
He drove serenely, with no hint of haste; And then she felt his arm go round her waist.
She shrank: she did not know him very well, Being like her a guest at the hotel.
Nice, but a Frenchman.
On his driving hand He wore like benedicks a golden band .
Well, how could she with grace refuse a drive So grand it made glad to be alive? Yet now she heard him whisper in her ear: "Don't be afraid.
With one hand I can steer, With one arm hold you .
Oh what perfect bliss! Darling, please don't refuse me just one kiss.
Here, nigh to Heaven, let is us rest awhile .
Nay, don't resist - give me your lips, your smile .
" So there in that remote and dizzy place He wrestled with her for a moment's space, Hearing her cry: "Oh please, please let me go! Let me get out .
You brute, release me! No, no, NO!" .
In that ravine was found their burnt-out car - Their bodies trapped and crisped into a char.

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