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| The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. Ecclesiastes 1:6 |
The Ceiling Fan
The
man that made
The
ceiling fan
I’d
like to know
I
would shake his hand
When
night time comes
And
I sleep in bed
The
ceiling fan
Blows
on my head
Watching
TV
Is
such a breeze
The
ceiling fan
Keeps
me at ease
There’s
only one thing
That
I don’t like
When
the fan is on
And
my bird’s in flight
He
hits the fan
Then
he hits the wall
And
then I ain’t got
No
bird at all.
by theresa arnold
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