David's choice for January 2011
A tilt-a-whirl spins cool up drafts,
candy cotton collects, twirls slow,
torn stubs fall still on ground below
a tilt-a-whirl spins cool, up drafts
young girls, heads bowed in sweet low laughs,
pivot circles, around they go
a tilt-a-whirl spins cool, up drafts
candy cotton, collects- twirls slow.
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