Naked,
The amniotic sack of the sea,
All around me,
A vast womb,
And like a baby,
I am safe,
And free,
And I have room,
And space to be
M Joseph Burt (27.6.6)
The ice bergs rattle And the glasses chink, And the party's swinging And I'm on the brink, All along, in the old cold throng, Bangin...
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