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A Spinning Top | ||
| Swiftly now the days all pass Like the rustling of the grass. Leaves of yellow turn to brown. Soon they gently flutter down. Life moves on!a spinning top. No one's wish can make it stop. Let us use it while we can, Carefully our movements plan. Days are numbered for us all. We should heed God's gentle call, Showing justice, mercy, love, Working well without a glove, Fearing not to soil our hands Nor to take life's hardest stands. | ||
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