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Around and around,
Forever unending,
Always seeking to confound,
Each part impending.

It’s hard to understand,
Everything is spinning,
If someone would just reach out a hand,
I could start back at the beginning.

Starting again,
It’s circuitous,
I should refrain,
It’s fortuitous.

But it’s whirling,
Around and around,
Thoughts are swirling,
Never to be bound.

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