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May 2014
Spin spin spin
Turning until when
The wheel that was spinning for miles
All this happened all awhile
The wheel just kept on rolling
It was like the wheel was patrolling
It was over hills and determined wills
The wheel spinning all around
Destination in becoming being bound
The wheel could be heard tire marks sound
Yet the turning of the wheel seems like life’s expansion
The wheel’s movement in arriving in knowing where to be
The vision in being in sight for all to see
The wheel in having a trail in where it has been
When the wheel comes to a stop, it will be at an end.
The wandering wheel of one's fate
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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