A swimmer in the sea
Just your head, bobbing
Above the water
The red cross stand by
Aeroplanes fly overhead
I don’t want to be
One of the thousands on board
Though a smaller, more refined
People carrier, well that would be fine
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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