I'm just sitting here watching the wheels,
As they slowly amble round.
Down the street, somehow it feels,
That they turn without a sound.
Down the street, up the hill,
Perpetually rolling round.
Endlessly the ground they feel,
Ever silent, without a sound.
Big wheels, little wheels,
So many wheels to see.
My whole day they fairly steal,
To the world, they hold the key.
1/5/11 Alton Texas
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