The Flying Wheel
The flying wheel spins,
screams of kids terrify me...
I hope they are fine.
I hope they are fine,
with hair sticking out like wheat...
" Stop that flying wheel!" I scream.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
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