UNM (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

What All Do

Or do not transcends
memory thought.

Many are the wheels
we are taught.

For children adult alike
the spokes on the
simplest of bikes.

Taught once early
nought with
the wheel
of life does
spin around..

Catch them
no sad tune
to your ears
I have heard
much to

Harmony is
the wheel.

by Uloia Norris Moore

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