.2. Windles Spindles Poem by David Threadgold
.2. Windles Spindles
In his workshop Mr Windles
Working till the daylight dwindles
Turning wood to make his spindles
From the shavings fire rekindles
Mr Windles spinning spindles
Shavings flying fire rekindles
Stopping once the daylight dwindles
All sold our no Windles swindles
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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