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360


Dear mother,

 

I’m feeling hungry

Not a dime to my name

Unlimited exploration

I don't know where to start

The globe keeps spinning

Such a day

 

With each lesson learned, love and blessings exhibit

Through the treasure of knowledge

Though it cannot be touched

No one can take it away from me

 

It goes on and on

And on and on

I rotate like a rolling stone

Full 360

Building every time

 

Created underwater

With the first circle completed

Now rolling along the tide

High, I hold on

 

Wise, I know there is always something to learn

I would be foolish if I think I knew it all

 

I’m feeling hungry

But only feed me with what can endure

At 359

I prepare to take on the next tide

 

 

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