To hug the rocks for shelter!
Because, they were drenched in the mountain rains;
Hug, dug!
For, the groans of the dying men do rise up from the city.
Leaves, sheaves!
To rebel against the light;
Lust!
The murderer rises up at dusk to kill.
Hue, hub, hull, hum, hulk, hug, huh, hut;
Breath, wreath!
To the Golden Gate Bridge;
Heels, feels!
Like the turning point of love;
Love!
Sex;
Conceiving a baby is a woman's proud mission;
But, let it be done in the right way.
Pregnancy!
In her life;
Pregnancy!
To all women;
With courage and confidence.
Drag, rag!
Plexus,
Still, till, ill!
To hug the rocks for shelter;
As the heavy rains came in.
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