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The Generous World
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] The world holds us to its bosom,
Like a mother,
Looks after us constantly,
As a caretaker!
The world moves like a top,
As a rolling stone it gathers no moss at any station!
Since being idle as a cocoon is not normal,
As says Foucault in Madness and Civilisation!
The massive world is like a huge breast!
Looks so beautiful in the universe's chest!
