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Spinning in the Rain |
| Windmills, now the only flower leftover among the weeds Petals in the air grinding no more seeds just milling around the ingenuity fair. |
Books where pages aren't turned my index I scroll A search for how butter is churned while microwaves thaw my roll |
Pedals in the sky pretty day at spring Wheels turning my mind upside down Are you also asking why the head of EPA looks like a clown? |
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The old mill by the creek |
If only spinning in the rain it could reduce toxic metals in the sky, we all turning gray without pain - no more monarchs would die |
Windmills moving by the book Does nobody have another plan? Instead, I plant my ipad by the nearest brook, scroll pages in the field and anticipate yet another FDA ban. |