A Broken Wheel
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A broken wheel leaning against the wall ;
All day long thinks over the way crossed,
How giz-path, how zag-path, ditchs, bumps, dust, clay
Now sees wheels running on the way, none cares.
At night the wheel gets back movement
Rolls to the nearby pond down
Whirling in the water ;
Then it's circumference emits sparks.
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