Juno doesn't like my wheel
Juno doesn’t like my wheel;
not sure I comprehend the deal.
She greets me when I walk on by,
but on the wheel I think I’d die
if only for that flimsy fence;
it really doesn’t make much sense.
The wheel invokes her sense of chase
and I would surely lose that race.
No, Juno doesn’t like my wheel,
and I’d not like to be her meal.
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