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Spinning Around Our Finger

What spins
in a factory
out of control 
what when you
have it whirling
around your little index.

That moves in and out
like spagetti pasta
that dish that moves
about your tiny little
ring finger.

But you take your finger
and twirl it around
an object that is 
moving outside your
perimeter, and range.

Image what you think is...
I got this in the bag with
the yarn theories.







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