Language: English 
The circles spin round
And the circles spin round
And meet their own tail.

Seasons come, seasons go,
The years build their bars
Till we're in jail.

Like a squirrel in a cage --
For the jail is round --
We sometimes find 
Ourselves upside down.


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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-26
Line count: 10
Word count: 44