Poem: “Refueling the wheels” – by Olivian Breda

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Even I might know

That you can’t refuel the wheels,

As wheels don’t run on fuel.

What’s this poem about?

Is it about refueling a plane during flight

And about changing the wheels during driving?

Yes, it’s about this, and mostly about what this blog is about:

Having a typical life, working, living, doing things,

And on the same time posting on this blog some things which are so tough,

That they feel that I’m doing something extreme.

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