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Wheels
Wheels are round,
Like the sound
Of the ground,
Scrunching
Or crunching,
They clatter around,
Air ones
Repaired ones,
Some very wide,
Soft ones
Like sponges,
They're bunges
To use
In the rain,
They whoosh
And they swoosh,
Wheels on their way
Doubt it
Or shout it,
You never would
Guess it
They're everso
Happy,
When they're
Going round.
Tony
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