Waiting For The Spinning To StopA Poem by PeteA man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone. - Thoreaua cantankerous, wobbly, twirling top in silk suit and shiny shoes coming apart at the seam the world passes by mecarrying a briefcase inside of which is a tin cup and tambourine perhaps someday, you'll know what i mean when the spinning decides to stop © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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