Come, pitch your tent with miners and poets
on the edge of the ocean
that surrounds us all
and makes of us an island
save for that sweet caress, that tender kiss.
ISLANDS
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Come, pitch your tent with miners and poets
on the edge of the ocean
that surrounds us all
and makes of us an island
save for that sweet caress, that tender kiss.