The boy stood on the burning deck

The boy stood on the burning deck,

his mind was all in tatters.

But he simply felt his breathing,

‘cos he knew that was what matters.

And as he stood there breathing

it was quite soon he found

that it didn’t matter where he was,

his feet were on the ground.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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