Rolling
Rolling
Round and round down the hill
Riding in a tire
Revolves like a windmill
Rotates faster faster!
Reeling wildly and shrill...
Rubber meets quagmire.
Remorse—after the spill.
4.13.2021©deborah burch
Pleiades
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