That entered this world
Eight pounds, four ounces
Of skin and bone, muscle and blood
Body and soul, heart and mind
Was I born a socialist
When did I learn to despise the Tories
What is your view on nature versus nurture
Are you brazen enough to think
That you truly do have a choice
At the centre; my kernel, my core
The givens, the lineage
Parents, grand-parents, further back
The inescapable, non-transferable
Immutable, family tree
On the outside
Birdsong, chimney stacks
The ever-flowing stream
And the glorious wonder of friendship
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