Of the earth that drags you down
The rumbling father in the depths
But breathing won’t let you go
Buoys you up into the light
JMJ I used to write
At the top of my page
Every day as a boy
Words were a toy
A magic-box an orchestra
Conjured with waving arms
And stamping feet
Up from the mouth of the Pythian
The mysterious words would flow
One thing to write them down
Another to grasp and know
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