My omhelsing het my verdubbel
my borste roep na mekaar
die twee kopspelende maats
en my hande omsluit my geheime
in 'n kamer ver weg
agter die gestorte herfs
kyk jou oë verbaad
na die spieël van jou lyf
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Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.
by John Vance Cheney
I 'm just about the color of mud,
I 've a bobby mouth and a knobby back;
I bundle away, I tumble and thud,
I lack the knack of walking a crack.
I sit and think at the chink of my hole—