Wheels Keep Spinnin'

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    It was another inside joke that got turned into a short thing. Nothing much.

    Wheels Keep Spinnin'

     Well she was living down in the ghetto.
    Her favorite color was yellow.
    She was so ghetto, when she had grey hair,
    She spent her savings for spinners on her wheelchair.
    Then she could ride down the street, all pimp and grinin',
    'Cause you know in the end all our wheels keep spinnin'.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    GalamineGary’s Poems (19)

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