Rusty prayer wheels
on a dusty street.
They squeak & they squeal,
& no circuit completes,
but still hands reach out for each one
'cause who has faith in the clean wheel spun?
Rusty Prayer Wheels [Lyric Poem]
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There was a hairy man from Nepal,
more hirsute than a Neanderthal.
One would be hard put
to tell him from Bigfoot,
going gray, he was Yeti to one & all.