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She Spins
She spins, one purpose,
Only one,
Live.
Simple task, days glide past
Wait patiently to dine.
Less of course all is lost
Destroyed and gone;
Then, she begins again.
No temper does she display,
Nor days of whoa doing naught.
She spins again, right there and then
And lives another day.
04-18-04
S.A Mogollon
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