The body corporate—a poem
Once your home was wet and squeezy/ your only duty was to grow/ until she said it’s over, out you go.
A trusty home is always ours
/ this tender leather pouch /of senses, cells and energies.
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Once your home was wet and squeezy/ your only duty was to grow/ until she said it’s over, out you go.
A trusty home is always ours
/ this tender leather pouch /of senses, cells and energies.