Whirling, it made the day
seem shorter than
all other days had been.
It sang and leapt
at his fine tuned command;
his finger tingled,
as the loop pulled tight.
He winced a smile. For now,
he'd thrown his cares away;
next time, perhaps,
he'd simply let them go.
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