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Navel-Gazing
or
The Mysteriousness of a Cramped Worldview
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Each year on gazing out across the briny's winking waves,
I spy a quarter million folks slow drowning in the sea,
to whom I wave till all on flailing sink to salty graves --
though eyeing me yet just before, they wave their hands in glee.
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The Mysteriousness of a Cramped Worldview
*
Each year on gazing out across the briny's winking waves,
I spy a quarter million folks slow drowning in the sea,
to whom I wave till all on flailing sink to salty graves --
though eyeing me yet just before, they wave their hands in glee.
*
Published 13th Feb 2024
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