Strange Young Girls
Strange young girls
Covered with sadness
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness
Walking the strip
Sweet, soft, and placid
Offering their youth
On the altar of acid

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by a dove
Off on a trip
Accompanied by love

Gentle young girls
Holding and watching
Wisdom flows childlike
While softly talking
Colors surround them
Bejewling their hair
Visions astound them
Demanding their share
Children of Orpheus
Called by a dove
Off on a trip
Accompanied by love
Thinking these gifts
Were sent by a dove
Off on a trip
Accompanied by love
-John Phillips

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