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The Solent washing the quay walls is brown,but there's sea in a built up part of town.
The hospital lift voice signals floor E;
the doors glide open softly as can be.
A sign tells we've reached famous Ocean Ward
that pleased patients' parents keenly applaud,
for here they care for children whose hearts are new;...

I'm hugging you to me like a blanket.You have sneaked up on me again;
I told you to leave, you were becoming too familiar,
but you cajoled me into believing I needed you
to keep me warm against difficult decisions,
to hide me from risky moves across life's chessboard.

In the slate-black fire-box
Yesterday's news comes alight
The fireman nurses the flames
Flames tickle sticks
Brittle sticks kindle little coals
Folded in on itself
The infant glow is unaware
Of the urgent duty it will soon perform