SPOKE IN THE WHEEL

 

Isn’t bald isn’t bruising
Has its flaws, it has it’s uses
It is not the rain, It is like the day
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel

Doesn’t con though it muses
Neither fawn neither aged
It is not the Lord
Though it shuns the fall
Its more like a little spoke in the wheel 

Fall, wintorm, ire raise
Fall, wintorm, ire raise

Has its cause, it has its face
It doesn’t cost to embrace
It doesn’t mind the rain, it is like the day
But it’s more like a little spoke in the wheel 

Neither wired nor invalid
Cannot be made could not be harassed
It doesn’t rhyme with thumb
And it never sings the blues
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel 

See it pawned see it vacant
Neither fawn, neither aged
It is not the Lord
Though it shuns the fall
It’s more like a little spoke in the wheel
 

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