Angel of the Mushroom Crush
Striated moon just risen from the deep
She cuddled up with him and went to sleep
Morning saw on the stairs the stars were strewn
She gave a hearty laugh like wings of dune
She was an angel of The Mushroom Crush
Wallowed in the heart of green creamy slush
I saw her in the swing of loves of life
I saw her snuffing out the fires of strife
Covenanted by the heaven and the earth
She let go the seeds sprouting to re-birth
She touched the breasts sunning over the curls
And made semen in men and pearls in girls
When the winters are gone, springs interface
You will find a girl who has lost her trace
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