Round Round
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Round
round
my head whirls
my Inner Soul
a pole
round which
all turns
gyrates.
At least!
In this jelly sea
there be
a fixed point
Inner Soul
a Hand
that touches high
and long as need
be
the mighty heavens.
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