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When you touch me,
I'm set off like a top,
pulled by a string,
spinning and spinning,
so fast I can't stop,
round and round
yet
straight as an
arrow,
balancing hard on
one toe,
grinning and spinning
with the illusion I'm still,
Until I
wobble and bobble,
you watching me grovel,
cheering and sneering
until I
stumble and hobble,
topple and fall.
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