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Rotation


Circling, circling who can stop it?

 

Destroy families and homes alike,

 

Only when it ends, all can see what has hit.

 

My wish as it seems,

 

Is the relocation of this spinning thing.

You see when it comes all run.

The moles find their holes and dig deep.

Sometimes though they're caught,

And that is the reason of my wish.

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