NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST
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A Poem of Synonyms

Compass turns out to play
with Circle. They spin
a wheel until it enfolds
a galaxy, making a breeze
twirl through the zodiac.
They encircle Wind
and all three become fast
friend. Watch and see them
turn, swirl, and roll until
they entwine the globe.
Finally they envelop a panoramic
ring that slips them back home.

POSTED BY PJO ON March 28, 2010 @ 8:06 pm EST
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