A Tumbleweed

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Turning and turning
The tumbleweed goes
Always rolling

Without feet nor toes
The way is any way
It no longer grows

Restless, can’t lay
With each wind gust
It dos not stay

Useless as rust
And without seed
Without vice or lust

It is a tumbleweed
Without a creed
no blood, can’t bleed.

By DFF Leonardo