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Sep 2014
From the dock,
I saw the wheel turn.
I wonder,
when is it my turn?
My turn at turning.
Being stationary
isn't satisfactory

I want to go,
even if the turning is slow.
Makes no difference to me.
What I love to be
is to turn above the sea.
Soaring high and free.
written while at Albert Dock in Liverpool.
comment/criticism welcomed
aar505n
Written by
aar505n  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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