Spin Poem by *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*
Spin
Why must the world revolve,
With the stretch of the pendulate,
Why prolong the inaction,
With the elongate revolution,
Why stand steady, Why let the years of life reel by,
Why not turn,
Why not twist,
Why not whirl,
With the inability to trundle thru this ride,
With the ability to redundantly repeat our actions,
One will never escape the swiril of life!
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