Halucination Pie ----------------- You sang me songs of flying high, we wandered in lysergic sky. Was that a mushroom in your eye, Halucination Pie? You chucked a nickle from my chin by slight of hand. Your hidden sin was skewered through my powdered skin with illusion's pin. But now my days are fuzzed with dust. Your ardor's grown an orange rust, and I find nothing I can trust beneath that mask of crust. Karen Tellefsen kat2@mindspring.com