“The wind sitteth in the belly.” - William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors
“The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.” - Bob Dylan
----- A Sam Scott poem: 24th September 2026 -----
Don't judge me For you know it's true This moment connects Me to you You may refute You may rebuke As quietly The table shook But tell me this As tears we cry Releasing joy You can't deny As biome sings It's tuneful rumble While friends are sharing Apple crumble A deeper note Can oft be heard Beneath the failing Of the word Reality Robots know not Oh how this act Just hits the spot To summarise As you're still here Despite the awkward Social fear We celebrate This quality Our gaseous, imperfect Humanity So don't be shy As you're about You can't withhold So let it out A knowing nod To passers by You're just like me We can't deny
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