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My life is like a wheel

It is always on the turn,

And when I think I am getting somewhere

Then everything begins to burn,

I am the hub within the middle

And the spokes reaching out

Are all of my ranks of people,

That I find part of my life

These keep the wheel working right,

But when one spoke brakes

Then things can change

The wheel collapses once again,

And we lose time trying to fix it

This is like the lives that we all live.