I am old...
on a handle that you cannot hold.
And the sailor who is lost at sea
must stop and think and turn to me.
Around and around they go, the bear
and the woman in her rocking chair
The cross, the goose, the crown
All but I go spinning round
for I must keep my place
and let all others race.
1 comment:
This one was easier than this last one! Still I love it! ; )
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