| Re: OT: So this is how exciting our lives are...
My son does the same thing when we launder his teddy bears ....stares at them spinning around...and around...and around 
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...and when I'm old and wise
little things mean little to me
like autumn winds they'll blow right through me
and someday, in the mist of time
when they ask you if you knew me
remember that you were a friend of mine
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