Wheels

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The training wheels go round and round,
Natures first green,
beginning to show.
But the training wheels come off,
Natures green begins to fade,
And the broken heart is introduced,
One teardrop at a time.
The wheels find the end of the path,
And the world slows down beside you,
As you close your eyes,
And rest,
Upon destiny’s steady grasp.
And the wheels go round and round.





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